novelist and playwright J. M. Barrie
(1860–1937). A mischievous boy who can fly and magically refuses to grow up
, Peter Pan spends his never-ending childhood adventuring on the small island of Neverland
as the leader of his gang the Lost Boys, interacting with mermaid
s, Indians
, fairies
, pirates, and (from time to time) meeting ordinary children from the world outside. In addition to two distinct works by Barrie, the character has been featured in a variety of media and merchandise, both adapting and expanding on Barrie's works.
Peter Pan first appeared in a section of "The Little White Bird
", a 1902 novel written by Barrie for adults.
The character's best-known adventure debuted on 27 December 1904, in the stage play "Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up
".
Two is the beginning of the end.
He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss.
The many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her.
... but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.
As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana, who belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her.
John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it.
For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the even happened, that when they were in the wood they met their dead father and had a game with him.
She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy’s birth.
I warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don’t’ go out to dinner to-night, an dif I don’t go out to dinner to-night, I will never go to the office again, and if I don’t go to the office again, you and I stare, and our children will be flung into the streets.
‘That is not the point,’ he retorted. ‘The point is, that there is more in my glass than in Michael’s spoon.’ His proud heart was nearly bursting. ‘And it isn’t fair; I would say it though it were with my last breath; it isn’t fair.’