Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

But The Years Came And Went Without Bringing The Careless Boy; And When They Met Again Wendy Was A Married Woman, And Peter Was No More To Her Than A Little Dust In The Box In Which She Had Kept Her Toys.

Boy, Why Are You Crying?

Peter Was Not Quite Like Other Boys; But He Was Afraid At Last. A Tremour Ran Through Him, Like A Shudder Passing Over The Sea; But On The Sea One Shudder Follows Another Till There Are Hundreds Of Them, And Peter Felt Just The One. Next Moment He Was Standing Erect On The Rock Again, With That Smile On His Face And A Drum Beating Within Him. It Was Saying, "to Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.