*delighted* My narrator? Do you mean this nice girl here who is helping me? She is rather wonderful, I'll be the first to say. She's very clever, I think, and she knows how to be firm with me when I'm going on and on and saying very un-clever things, which I'm afraid I do all the time, and it's probably very good for everybody that she does. Do I have any other narrators? That's interesting--what is a narrator, anyway? I really don't exactly know, and I'm not clever enough to think of it on my own. Will you tell me?
That's very kind! I have never been called lovely before by anyone! I'm afraid I'm really very awkward.
I think I'll like it here. Don't you think? There are lots of things to wonder, and lots of nice people who don't seem to mind. I like that.
I'm called Jack Pumpkinhead because I have a pumpkin for a head. Are you called Peter Pan because you have a pan for a head? It doesn't look like it, but I've got to ask anyway, because I can't be sure, you know. *apologetic* I'm not very clever about that sort of thing, and I can't really tell.
If you say you're the best, you must be. Unless you aren't. That's interesting. But how would anybody know? Is there some way you might not be the best? What makes you the best? I hope I'm not asking too many questions.
I don't know. I'm made out of wood, and it's old wood, so perhaps I'm not. But my father only made me a year ago, so I'm not very old, am I? I was only brought to life when my father made me, not when my wood first grew. I don't know. I suppose I'd better ask this nice girl here about it...
No, I don't have a pan for a head! That would be stupid! I'm just called Peter Pan cause that's my name.
(Typist: *cough*Utensia*cough*)
I don't know how I know, I just know. I'm the best at everything. I never grow up, and I can fly, and I fight pirates, and everyone loves me. At least, everyone usually loves me. Some of the people here don't like me so much, but I don't know why.
You sound like you're a child. Want to be on my side against the grown-ups?
No, I didn't think it looked that way. That's interesting. I'm afraid I am rather stupid, though, because I haven't got fine brains like the old King and I'm not clever like Glinda and Ozma. Pumpkin seeds just aren't as good as real brains, I suppose, and that's a pity, probably. It might not be, though, because who knows what I might be like with real brains! Perhaps I'm just right not being clever. But I don't know. Still, if it's your name, it must be right! Names are always right. I like names. Peter Pan is like a forest when the leaves are changing colour, I think. Don't you? It's a good name, I think.
{*cough* Yes, I know. I'm a bad girl.}Oh! Well, if you know, you must be right! I don't think I ever grow up, either. If my wood were still a tree, it would probably grow right up, but since it's cut, I suppose I won't do any more growing at all. I can fly, though! I don't know what pirates are. They sound good to eat. But I don't suppose you would fight something that was good to eat. I don't know. Do you? I suppose my father
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Is it? I'm afraid I don't entirely understand what scandal is--it sounds like shoes. Does it have something to do with shoes? But it is curious, I suppose, since a lot of the things that happened to my father were curious. And he was curious. But I think I'm more curious than anything else, because I like to ask so many questions.
If you tell everyone, then no one will have to worry about being left out and not understanding! I like that. I hope you will.
*stretches out one spindly hand and engages in a handshake*
Thank you! I hope I am. I don't know exactly, because it's hard to judge yourself, you know, or that's what they tell me: much harder than judging anybody else. If it's hard like that, it must take someone very clever, and I'm not very clever at all, so I've thought it over and I'm afraid I probably don't know. But I've just thought! It's easier to judge other people, and you're the one who said it, and you look quite clever, so you must know! And that means I must be a nice fellow. Oh, that's good to know. *very happy* And since I'm such a nice fellow, I'm very pleased to meet you, too. Doesn't that make sense? I think it does.
A follower! Of me? I wonder why anybody would be a follower of mine. That's an interesting thing to think about, indeed! Let me see. Perhaps it is because I can be good to eat. Or perhaps I am useful, but I don't think I am. Perhaps she wanted the name of my tailor? I like my clothes. And that would explain, I think, why she was following my father, too, because he made my clothes. Well! That is interesting. I think I should think about it a little longer.
Hello, Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. Honour means something like wonderful, doesn't it? But what's wonderful? You said it, and I'm afraid I'm not clever enough to see what it is.
...Perhaps it is your name! Is your name wonderful? I've never met anybody named Elphaba Thropp-Cohen, but I think it's pretty. Pretty is like stars and dark things at night when it's summer, you know, and your name is like that. That must be what you mean, then, or at least I think so. I'm glad that it is! It's a good thing to have a wonderful name
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I can't say why she was a follower of yours and your father/mother's, but she was quite devoted.
And wonderful means very very amazing. I suppose my name is rather wonderful. Especially the Cohen part *smiles again* Thank you.
I would love to hear your story. Unfortunately, I don't know where my Nanny disappeared to after my death. She was very old. I doubt she's still alive. But I would love to hear it for me.
Do you? That's a good thing, I think. I like my clothes, after all, and that's a good feeling, like having a brand-new head, and if 'liking' gives you a good feeling, then it must be a good thing. But there's a more important question--I don't know whether it's fair to call any question more important than another one, but I just can't help it, because I do think I'd better get an answer. Do you love me
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That's very kind! I have never been called lovely before by anyone! I'm afraid I'm really very awkward.
I think I'll like it here. Don't you think? There are lots of things to wonder, and lots of nice people who don't seem to mind. I like that.
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Hallo. I'm Peter Pan. All you need to know about this place is that I'm the best. Soon I'm gonna prove it once and for all.
Are you a child?
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I'm called Jack Pumpkinhead because I have a pumpkin for a head. Are you called Peter Pan because you have a pan for a head? It doesn't look like it, but I've got to ask anyway, because I can't be sure, you know. *apologetic* I'm not very clever about that sort of thing, and I can't really tell.
If you say you're the best, you must be. Unless you aren't. That's interesting. But how would anybody know? Is there some way you might not be the best? What makes you the best? I hope I'm not asking too many questions.
I don't know. I'm made out of wood, and it's old wood, so perhaps I'm not. But my father only made me a year ago, so I'm not very old, am I? I was only brought to life when my father made me, not when my wood first grew. I don't know. I suppose I'd better ask this nice girl here about it...
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(Typist: *cough*Utensia*cough*)
I don't know how I know, I just know. I'm the best at everything. I never grow up, and I can fly, and I fight pirates, and everyone loves me. At least, everyone usually loves me. Some of the people here don't like me so much, but I don't know why.
You sound like you're a child. Want to be on my side against the grown-ups?
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{*cough* Yes, I know. I'm a bad girl.}Oh! Well, if you know, you must be right! I don't think I ever grow up, either. If my wood were still a tree, it would probably grow right up, but since it's cut, I suppose I won't do any more growing at all. I can fly, though! I don't know what pirates are. They sound good to eat. But I don't suppose you would fight something that was good to eat. I don't know. Do you? I suppose my father ( ... )
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If you tell everyone, then no one will have to worry about being left out and not understanding! I like that. I hope you will.
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Typist: OMG I LOVE Jack.
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Thank you! I hope I am. I don't know exactly, because it's hard to judge yourself, you know, or that's what they tell me: much harder than judging anybody else. If it's hard like that, it must take someone very clever, and I'm not very clever at all, so I've thought it over and I'm afraid I probably don't know. But I've just thought! It's easier to judge other people, and you're the one who said it, and you look quite clever, so you must know! And that means I must be a nice fellow. Oh, that's good to know. *very happy* And since I'm such a nice fellow, I'm very pleased to meet you, too. Doesn't that make sense? I think it does.
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My name is Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. It's an honor.
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Hello, Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. Honour means something like wonderful, doesn't it? But what's wonderful? You said it, and I'm afraid I'm not clever enough to see what it is.
...Perhaps it is your name! Is your name wonderful? I've never met anybody named Elphaba Thropp-Cohen, but I think it's pretty. Pretty is like stars and dark things at night when it's summer, you know, and your name is like that. That must be what you mean, then, or at least I think so. I'm glad that it is! It's a good thing to have a wonderful name ( ... )
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I can't say why she was a follower of yours and your father/mother's, but she was quite devoted.
And wonderful means very very amazing. I suppose my name is rather wonderful. Especially the Cohen part *smiles again* Thank you.
I would love to hear your story. Unfortunately, I don't know where my Nanny disappeared to after my death. She was very old. I doubt she's still alive. But I would love to hear it for me.
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