Peter and Wendy or Peter Pan (Wisehouse Classics Anniversary Edition of 1911 - with 13 original illustrations)

James Matthew Barrie, F. D. Bedford

• Editore: Wisehouse Classics
• Anno: 2020
• ISBN:
  9789176376911
• Edizione: 1
• Argomento: Literature
• Categoria: Classics

Now published by Wisehouse Classics, this is the unabridged Anniversary Edition of the original 1911 published novel "Peter and Wendy" (or "Peter Pan") with the original therteen illustrations by F. D. Bedford."Peter and Wendy" or "Peter Pan" is J. M. Barrie's most famous work, in the form of a 1904 play and a 1911 novel. Both versions tell the story of Peter Pan, a mischievous yet innocent little boy who can fly, and has many adventures on the island of Neverland that is inhabited by mermaids, fairies, Native Americans and pirates. The Peter Pan stories also involve the characters Wendy Darling and her two brothers, Peter's fairy Tinker Bell, the Lost Boys, and the pirate Captain Hook. The play and novel were inspired by Barrie's friendship with the Llewelyn Davies family. Barrie continued to revise the play for years after its debut until publication of the play script in 1928. The play debuted in London on 27 December 1904 with Nina Boucicault, daughter of playwright Dion Boucicault, in the title role. A Broadway production was mounted in 1905 starring Maude Adams. It was later revived with such actresses as Marilyn Miller and Eva Le Gallienne. The play has since been adapted as a pantomime, stage musical, a television special, and several films, including a 1924 silent film, the 1953 Disney animated film, and a 2003 live action production. In the U.S., the original version has also been supplanted in popularity by the 1954 musical version, which became popular on television. The novel was first published in 1911 by Hodder & Stoughton in the United Kingdom, and Charles Scribner's Sons in the United States. The original book contains a frontispiece and 11 half-tone plates by artist F. D. Bedford. The novel was first abridged by May Byron in 1915, with Barrie's permission, and published under the title Peter Pan and Wendy, the first time this form was used. This version was later illustrated by Mabel Lucie Attwell in 1921. In 1929, Barrie gave the copyright of the Peter Pan works to Great Ormond Street Hospital, a children's hospital in London.

THREE - COME AWAY, COME AWAY!

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or a moment after Mr. and Mrs. Darling left the house the night-lights by the beds of the three children continued to burn clearly. They were awfully nice little night-lights, and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter; but Wendy’s light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all the three went out.

There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than the night-lights, and in the time we have taken to say this, it has been in all the drawers in the nursery, looking for Peter’s shadow, rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out. It was not really a light; it made this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand, but still growing. It was a girl called Tinker Bell exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf, cut low and square, through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage. She was slightly inclined to embonpoint.

A moment after the fairy’s entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust.

‘Tinker Bell,’ he called softly, after making sure that the children were asleep, ‘Tink, where are you?’ She was in a jug for the moment, and liking it extremely; she had never been in a jug before.

‘Oh, do come out of that jug, and tell me, do you know where they put my shadow?’

The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It is the fairy language. You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to hear it you would know that you had heard it once before.

Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. She meant the chest of drawers, and Peter jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to the floor with both hands, as kings toss ha’pence to the crowd. In a moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.

If he thought at all, but I don’t believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water; and when they did not he was appalled. He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom, but that also failed. A shudder passed through Peter, and he sat on the floor and cried.

His sobs woke Wendy, and she sat up in bed. She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor; she was only pleasantly interested.

‘Boy,’ she said courteously, ‘why are you crying?’

Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he rose and bowed to her beautifully. She was much pleased, and bowed beautifully to him from the bed.

‘What’s your name?’ he asked.

‘Wendy Moira Angela Darling,’ she replied with some satisfaction. ‘What is your name?’

‘Peter Pan.’

She was already sure that he must be Peter, but it did seem a comparatively short name.

‘Is that all?’

‘Yes,’ he said rather sharply. He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name.

‘I’m so sorry,’ said Wendy Moira Angela.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ Peter gulped.

She asked where he lived.

‘Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.’

‘What a funny address!’

Peter had a sinking. For the first time he felt that perhaps it was a funny address.

‘No, it isn’t,’ he said.

‘I mean,’ Wendy said nicely, remembering that she was hostess, ‘is that what they put on the letters?’

He wished she had not mentioned letters.

‘Don’t get any letters,’ he said contemptuously.

‘But your mother gets letters?’

‘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 overrated persons. Wendy, however, felt at once that she was in the presence of a tragedy.

‘O Peter, no wonder you were crying,’ she said, and got out of bed and ran to him.

‘I wasn’t crying about mothers,’ he said rather indignantly. ‘I was crying because I can’t get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn’t crying.’

‘It has come off?’

‘Yes.’

Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she was frightfully sorry for Peter. ‘How awful!’ she said, but she could not help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with soap. How exactly like a boy!

Fortunately she knew at once what to do ‘It must be sewn on,’ she said, just a little patronisingly.

‘What’s sewn?’ he asked.

‘You’re dreadfully ignorant.’

‘No, I’m not.’

But she was exulting in his ignorance. ‘I shall sew it on for you, my little man,’ she said, though he was as tall as herself; and she got out her housewife, and sewed the shadow on to Peter’s foot.

‘I daresay it will hurt a little,’ she warned him.

‘Oh, I shan’t cry,’ said Peter, who was already of opinion that he had never cried in his life. And he clenched his teeth and did not cry; and soon his shadow was behaving properly, though still a little creased.

‘Perhaps I should have ironed it,’ Wendy said thoughtfully; but Peter, boylike, was indifferent to appearances, and he was now jumping about in the wildest glee. Alas, he had already forgotten that he owed his bliss to Wendy. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. ‘How clever I am,’ he crowed rapturously, ‘oh, the cleverness of me!’

It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating qualities. To put it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boy.

But for the moment Wendy was shocked. ‘You conceit,’ she exclaimed, with frightful sarcasm; ‘of course I did nothing!’

‘You did a little,’ Peter said carelessly, and continued to dance.

‘A little!’ she replied with hauteur; ‘if I am no use I can at least withdraw’; and she sprang in the most dignified way into bed and covered her face with the blankets.

To induce her to look up he pretended to be going away, and when this failed he sat on the end of the bed and tapped her gently with his foot. ‘Wendy,’ he said, ‘don’t withdraw. I can’t help crowing, Wendy, when I’m pleased with myself.’ Still she would not look up, though she was listening eagerly. ‘Wendy,’ he continued, in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, ‘Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.’

Now Wendy was every inch a woman, though there were not very many inches, and she peeped out of the bedclothes.

‘Do you really think so, Peter?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘I think it’s perfectly sweet of you,’ she declared, ‘and I’ll get up again’; and she sat with him on the side of the bed. She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.

‘Surely you know what a kiss is?’ she asked, aghast.

‘I shall know when you give it to me,’ he replied stiffly; and not to hurt his feelings she gave him a thimble.

‘Now,’ said he, ‘shall I give you a kiss?’ and she replied with a slight primness, ‘If you please.’ She made herself rather cheap by inclining her face toward him, but he ...