Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens.docx

1、Peter Pan in Kensington GardensPeter Pan in Kensington GardensJ. M. BarriePeter PanIf you ask your mother whether she knew about Peter Pan when she was a little girl she will say, Why, of course, I did, child, and if you ask her whether he rode on a goat in those days she will say, What a foolish qu

2、estion to ask, certainly he did. Then if you ask your grandmother whether she knew about Peter Pan when she was a girl, she also says, Why, of course, I did, child, but if you ask her whether he rode on a goat in those days, she says she never heard of his having a goat. Perhaps she has forgotten, j

3、ust as she sometimes forgets your name and calls you Mildred, which is your mothers name. Still, she could hardly forget such an important thing as the goat. Therefore there was no goat when your grandmother was a little girl. This shows that, in telling the story of Peter Pan, to begin with the goa

4、t (as most people do) is as silly as to put on your jacket before your vest. Of course, it also shows that Peter is ever so old, but he is really always the same age, so that does not matter in the least. His age is one week, and though he was born so long ago he has never had a birthday, nor is the

5、re the slightest chance of his ever having one. The reason is that he escaped from being a human when he was seven days old; he escaped by the window and flew back to the Kensington Gardens. If you think he was the only baby who ever wanted to escape, it shows how completely you have forgotten your

6、own young days. When David heard this story first he was quite certain that he had never tried to escape, but I told him to think back hard, pressing his hands to his temples, and when he had done this hard, and even harder, he distinctly remembered a youthful desire to return to the tree-tops, and

7、with that memory came others, as that he had lain in bed planning to escape as soon as his mother was asleep, and how she had once caught him half-way up the chimney. All children could have such recollections if they would press their hands hard to their temples, for, having been birds before they

8、were human, they are naturally a little wild during the first few weeks, and very itchy at the shoulders, where their wings used to be. So David tells me. I ought to mention here that the following is our way with a story: First, I tell it to him, and then he tells it to me, the understanding being

9、that it is quite a different story; and then I retell it with his additions, and so we go on until no one could say whether it is more his story or mine. In this story of Peter Pan, for instance, the bald narrative and most of the moral reflections are mine, though not all, for this boy can be a ste

10、rn moralist, but the interesting bits about the ways and customs of babies in the bird-stage are mostly reminiscences of Davids, recalled by pressing his hands to his temples and thinking hard. Well, Peter Pan got out by the window, which had no bars. Standing on the ledge he could see trees far awa

11、y, which were doubtless the Kensington Gardens, and the moment he saw them he entirely forgot that he was now a little boy in a nightgown, and away he flew, right over the houses to the Gardens. It is wonderful that he could fly without wings, but the place itched tremendously, and, perhaps we could

12、 all fly if we were as dead-confident-sure of our capacity to do it as was bold Peter Pan that evening. He alighted gaily on the open sward, between the Babys Palace and the Serpentine, and the first thing he did was to lie on his back and kick. He was quite unaware already that he had ever been hum

13、an, and thought he was a bird, even in appearance, just the same as in his early days, and when he tried to catch a fly he did not understand that the reason he missed it was because he had attempted to seize it with his hand, which, of course, a bird never does. He saw, however, that it must be pas

14、t Lock-out Time, for there were a good many fairies about, all too busy to notice him; they were getting breakfast ready, milking their cows, drawing water, and so on, and the sight of the water-pails made him thirsty, so he flew over to the Round Pond to have a drink. He stooped, and dipped his bea

15、k in the pond; he thought it was his beak, but, of course, it was only his nose, and, therefore, very little water came up, and that not so refreshing as usual, so next he tried a puddle, and he fell flop into it. When a real bird falls in flop, he spreads out his feathers and pecks them dry, but Pe

16、ter could not remember what was the thing to do, and he decided, rather sulkily, to go to sleep on the weeping beech in the Baby Walk. At first he found some difficulty in balancing himself on a branch, but presently he remembered the way, and fell asleep. He awoke long before morning, shivering, an

17、d saying to himself, I never was out in such a cold night; he had really been out in colder nights when he was a bird, but, of course, as everybody knows, what seems a warm night to a bird is a cold night to a boy in a nightgown. Peter also felt strangely uncomfortable, as if his head was stuffy, he

18、 heard loud noises that made him look round sharply, though they were really himself sneezing. There was something he wanted very much, but, though he knew he wanted it, he could not think what it was. What he wanted so much was his mother to blow his nose, but that never struck him, so he decided t

19、o appeal to the fairies for enlightenment. They are reputed to know a good deal. There were two of them strolling along the Baby Walk, with their arms round each others waists, and he hopped down to address them. The fairies have their tiffs with the birds, but they usually give a civil answer to a

20、civil question, and he was quite angry when these two ran away the moment they saw him. Another was lolling on a garden-chair, reading a postage-stamp which some human had let fall, and when he heard Peters voice he popped in alarm behind a tulip. To Peters bewilderment he discovered that every fair

21、y he met fled from him. A band of workmen, who were sawing down a toadstool, rushed away, leaving their tools behind them. A milkmaid turned her pail upside down and hid in it. Soon the Gardens were in an uproar. Crowds of fairies were running this way and that, asking each other stoutly, who was af

22、raid, lights were extinguished, doors barricaded, and from the grounds of Queen Mabs palace came the rubadub of drums, showing that the royal guard had been called out. A regiment of Lancers came charging down the Broad Walk, armed with holly-leaves, with which they jog the enemy horribly in passing

23、. Peter heard the little people crying everywhere that there was a human in the Gardens after Lock-out Time, but he never thought for a moment that he was the human. He was feeling stuffier and stuffier, and more and more wistful to learn what he wanted done to his nose, but he pursued them with the

24、 vital question in vain; the timid creatures ran from him, and even the Lancers, when he approached them up the Hump, turned swiftly into a side-walk, on the pretence that they saw him there. Despairing of the fairies, he resolved to consult the birds, but now he remembered, as an odd thing, that al

25、l the birds on the weeping beech had flown away when he alighted on it, and though that had not troubled him at the time, he saw its meaning now. Every living thing was shunning him. Poor little Peter Pan, he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his w

26、rong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we cant is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have

27、 wings. Now, except by flying, no one can reach the island in the Serpentine, for the boats of humans are forbidden to land there, and there are stakes round it, standing up in the water, on each of which a bird-sentinel sits by day and night. It was to the island that Peter now flew to put his stra

28、nge case before old Solomon Caw, and he alighted on it with relief, much heartened to find himself at last at home, as the birds call the island. All of them were asleep, including the sentinels, except Solomon, who was wide awake on one side, and he listened quietly to Peters adventures, and then t

29、old him their true meaning. Look at your night-gown, if you dont believe me, Solomon said, and with staring eyes Peter looked at his nightgown, and then at the sleeping birds. Not one of them wore anything. How many of your toes are thumbs? said Solomon a little cruelly, and Peter saw to his conster

30、nation, that all his toes were fingers. The shock was so great that it drove away his cold. Ruffle your feathers, said that grim old Solomon, and Peter tried most desperately hard to ruffle his feathers, but he had none. Then he rose up, quaking, and for the first time since he stood on the window-l

31、edge, he remembered a lady who had been very fond of him. I think I shall go back to mother, he said timidly. Good-bye, replied Solomon Caw with a queer look. But Peter hesitated. Why dont you go? the old one asked politely. I suppose, said Peter huskily, I suppose I can still fly? You see, he had l

32、ost faith. Poor little half-and-half, said Solomon, who was not really hard-hearted, you will never be able to fly again, not even on windy days. You must live here on the island always. And never even go to the Kensington Gardens? Peter asked tragically. How could you get across? said Solomon. He promised very kindly, however, to teach Peter as many of the bird ways as could be learned by one of such an awkward shape. Then I shant be exactly a human? Peter asked. No. Nor exactly a bird? No. What shall I be? You will be a Betwixt-and-Between, Solomon said, and certainly h