If Growing Up Means It Would Be

I Don’t Want To Go To School And Learn Solemn Things. I Don’t Want To Be A Man.

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.

But Where Do You Live Mostly Now?" With The Lost Boys." Who Are They?" They Are The Children Who Fall Out Of Their Perambulators When The Nurse Is Looking The Other Way. If They Are Not Claimed In Seven Days They Are Sent Far Away To The Neverland To Defray Expanses. I'm Captain." What Fun It Must Be!" Yes," Said Cunning Peter, "but We Are Rather Lonely. You See We Have No Female Companionship." Are None Of The Others Girls?" Oh No; Girls, You Know, Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams.

We Are All Failures - At Least The Best Of Us Are.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.