Those Who Aim Low Usually Hit Their

Don't Have A Mother,' He Said. Not Only Had He No Mother, But He Had Not The Slightest Desire To Have One. He Thought Them Very Over-rated Persons.

Nobody Really Wants Us. So Let Us Watch And Say Jaggy Things, In The Hope That Some Of Them Will Hurt.

When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

Of Course The Neverlands Vary A Good Deal. John's, For Instance, Had A Lagoon With Flamingos Flying Over It At Which John Was Shooting, While Michael, Who Was Very Small, Had A Flamingo With Lagoons Flying Over It. John Lived In A Boat Turned Upside Down On The Sands, Michael In A Wigwam, Wendy In A House Of Leaves Deftly Sewn Together. John Had No Friends, Michael Had Friends At Night, Wendy Had A Pet Wolf Forsaken By Its Parents.