彼得·潘

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Peter Pan，中文譯名為《彼得·潘》，也稱《小飛俠》，是20世紀(jì)最偉大的童話巨著之一，它是由英國著名小說家、劇作家詹姆斯·巴里編著而成。這是一個充滿魔幻、神奇的美麗故事。小飛俠彼得·潘是個永遠(yuǎn)長不大的勇敢小子，調(diào)皮且喜愛冒險，在神秘的夢幻島上快樂地生活著，那里還住著小仙子、美人魚、印第安人和兇惡的海盜。一天，小飛俠邀請小朋友溫蒂和她的兩個弟弟來到夢幻島游玩。于是，在那里發(fā)生了一件一件令溫蒂無法想象和忘卻的傳奇故事：落戶大樹底下的神奇之家；與小仙子、美人魚一起游玩；和印第安人結(jié)盟智斗海盜，等等。    該書一經(jīng)出版，很快就成為當(dāng)時最受關(guān)注和最暢銷的童話作品，至今被譯成世界上幾十種文字，曾經(jīng)先后多次被改編成戲劇、電影、電視和卡通片等。書中所展現(xiàn)的神奇故事伴隨了一代又一代人的美麗童年、少年直至成年。    無論作為語言學(xué)習(xí)的課本，還是作為通俗的文學(xué)讀本，全文引進(jìn)該書對當(dāng)代中國的青少年都將產(chǎn)生積極的影響。為了使讀者能夠了解英文故事概況，進(jìn)而提高閱讀速度和閱讀水平，在每章的開始部分增加了中文導(dǎo)讀。

作者簡介

　　詹姆斯·巴里（1860-1937），英國著名小說家、劇作家。出生于蘇格蘭，1882年畢業(yè)于愛丁堡大學(xué)獲學(xué)士學(xué)位。1885年遷居倫敦，從事新聞編輯工作，并開始小說創(chuàng)作。巴里早年愛好戲劇，1897年將自己創(chuàng)作的暢銷作品、長篇小說《小牧師》改編成劇本上演并獲成功。此后，他的大部分創(chuàng)作作品是戲劇。1928年他當(dāng)選為英國作家協(xié)會主席，1930年受聘為愛丁堡大學(xué)名譽(yù)校長?！　∷簧鸀榍嗌倌陝?chuàng)作了許多童話故事和童話劇，其中影響最大、最著名的是1904年出版的《彼得·潘》（后來也稱《小飛俠》）?！侗说?middot;潘》出版后立刻引起了轟動，之后被搬上舞臺戲院。1953年，迪士尼公司出品了動畫版的《小飛俠》影片。1991年，好萊塢著名導(dǎo)演斯皮爾伯格，又根據(jù)《小飛俠》的故事拍攝了電影《虎克船長》。2003年，根據(jù)小說《彼得·潘》改編的電影《小飛俠》再次在全世界公映?！侗说?middot;潘》之所以贏得了各國大小讀者的歡心，原因在于巴里在這部充滿夢幻的作品中創(chuàng)造了一個十分誘人的童話境界——夢幻島。書中極力渲染夢幻島上兒童式的歡樂，謳歌了美好純真的童心。在夢幻島上，有孩子們早就從童話故事中熟知的小仙女、海盜、印第安人、美人魚等，在那個用蘑菇當(dāng)煙囪的地下之家，生活快樂無憂。彼得與海盜，海盜與紅人之間的“大戰(zhàn)”，鮮明地烙著兒童打仗游戲的印證。巴里正是通過奇妙的夢幻島和不肯長大的男孩彼得·潘這樣的童話形象告訴人們：童年是人生中最美的樂章，珍惜可貴的童年時代，讓孩子們盡情地享受那僅僅屬于他們的歡樂?！　　侗说?middot;潘》是世界兒童文學(xué)的瑰寶，該書出版一百多年來被譯成幾十種文字，受到全世界各國人民的喜愛。以小飛俠故事為內(nèi)容的連環(huán)畫、紀(jì)念冊、版畫、郵票等至今風(fēng)行世界各地。

書籍目錄

第一章  彼得·潘闖了進(jìn)來\Chapter 1  Peter Breaks Through	1第二章  影子\Chapter 2  The Shadow	11第三章  走吧，走吧！\Chapter 3  Come Away, Come Away!	21第四章  飛行\(zhòng)Chapter 4  The Flight	37第五章  真正的島\Chapter 5  The Island Comes True	48第六章  小屋子\Chapter 6  The Little House	59第七章  地下的家\Chapter 7  The Home under the Ground	68第八章  美人魚的環(huán)礁湖\Chapter 8  The Mermaid's Lagoon	75第九章  夢幻鳥\Chapter 9  The Never Bird	89第十章  快樂的家庭\Chapter 10  The Happy Home	94第十一章  溫蒂的故事\Chapter 11  Wendy's Story	101第十二章  孩子們被抓走了\Chapter 12  The Children Are Carried Off	111第十三章  你相信仙子嗎？\Chapter 13  Do You Believe in Fairies?	118第十四章  海盜船\Chapter 14  The Pirate Ship	127第十五章  “和胡克拼個你死我活”\Chapter 15  "Hook or Me This Time"	136第十六章  回家\Chapter 16  The Return Home	148第十七章  溫蒂長大了\Chapter 17  When Wendy Grew Up	159

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ll children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why cant you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.Of course they lived at 14 (their house number on their street), and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darlings guesses.Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Mr. Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs. Darlings bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly. She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again."Now dont interrupt," he would beg of her."I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven—who is that moving?—eight nine seven, dot and carry seven—dont speak, my own—and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door—quiet, child—dot and carry child—there, youve done it! —did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?""Of course we can, George," she cried. But she was prejudiced in Wendys favour, and he was really the grander character of the two."Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly, and off he went again. "Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings—dont speak—measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six—dont waggle your finger—whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings"—and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon, you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsoms Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.Mrs. Darling loved to have everything just so, and Mr. Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours; so, of course, they had a nurse. As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana, who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her. She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses. She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse. How thorough she was at bath-time, and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry. Of course her kennel was in the nursery. She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs stocking around your throat. She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on. It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school, walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved, and butting them back into line if they strayed. On Johns footer (in England soccer was called football, footer for short) days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain. There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsoms school where the nurses wait. They sat on forms, while Nana lay on the floor, but that was the only difference. They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves, and she despised their light talk. She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs. Darlings friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michaels pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at Johns hair.No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly, and Mr. Darling knew it, yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked.He had his position in the city to consider.Nana also troubled him in another way. He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him. "I know she admires you tremendously, George," Mrs. Darling would assure him, and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father. Lovely dances followed, in which the only other servant, Liza, was sometimes allowed to join. Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maids cap, though she had sworn, when engaged, that she would never see ten again. The gaiety of those romps! And gayest of all was Mrs. Darling, who would pirouette so wildly that all you could see of her was the kiss, and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it. There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her childrens minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you cant) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.I dont know whether you have ever seen a map of a persons mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a childs mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. Johns, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes 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, but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each others nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles (simple boat). We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real. That is why there are night-lights.Occasionally in her travels through her childrens minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michaels minds, while Wendys began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance."Yes, he is rather cocky," Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her."But who is he, my pet?""He is Peter Pan, you know, mother."At first Mrs. Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd stories about him, as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person."Besides," she said to Wendy, "he would be grown up by this time.""Oh no, he isnt grown up," Wendy assured her confidently, "and he is just my size." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didnt know how she knew, she just knew it.Mrs. Darling consulted Mr. Darling, but he smiled pooh-pooh. "Mark my words," he said, "it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have. Leave it alone, and it will blow over."But it would not blow over and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs. Darling quite a shock.Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him. It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation. Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the children went to bed, and Mrs. Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile:"I do believe it is that Peter again!""Whatever do you mean, Wendy?""It is so naughty of him not to wipe his feet," Wendy said, sighing. She was a tidy child.She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately she never woke, so she didnt know how she knew, she just knew."What nonsense you talk, precious. No one can get into the house without knocking.""I think he comes in by the window," she said."My love, it is three floors up.""Were not the leaves at the foot of the window, mother?"It was quite true; the leaves had been found very near the window.Mrs. Darling did not know what to think, for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming."My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?""I forgot," said Wendy lightly. She was in a hurry to get her breakfast.Oh, surely she must have been dreaming.But, on the other hand, there were the leaves. Mrs. Darling examined them very carefully; they were skeleton leaves, but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England. She crawled about the floor, peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot. She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls. She let down a tape from the window to the pavement, and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet, without so much as a spout to climb up by.Certainly Wendy had been dreaming.But Wendy had not been dreaming, as the very next night showed, the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun.On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed. It happened to be Nanas evening off, and Mrs. Darling had bathed them and sung to them till one by one they had let go her hand and slid away into the land of sleep.All were looking so safe and cosy that she smiled at her fears now and sat down tranquilly by the fire to sew.It was something for Michael, who on his birthday was getting into shirts. The fire was warm, however, and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights, and presently the sewing lay on Mrs. Darlings lap. Then her head nodded, oh, so gracefully. She was asleep. Look at the four of them, Wendy and Michael over there, John here, and Mrs. Darling by the fire. There should have been a fourth night-light.While she slept she had a dream. She dreamt that the Neverland had come too near and that a strange boy had broken through from it. He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also. But in her dream he had rent the film that obscures the Neverland, and she saw Wendy and John and Michael peeping through the gap.The dream by itself would have been a trifle, but while she was dreaming the window of the nursery blew open, and a boy did drop on the floor. He was accompanied by a strange light, no bigger than your fist, which darted about the room like a living thing and I think it must have been this light that wakened Mrs. Darling.She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have seen that he was very like Mrs. Darlings kiss. He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth. When he saw she was a grown-up, he gnashed the little pearls at her.……

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　　《彼得·潘》之所以贏得了各國大小讀者的歡心，原因在于巴里在這部充滿夢幻的作品中創(chuàng)造了一個十分誘人的童話世界——夢幻島。書中極力渲染夢幻島上兒童式的歡樂，謳歌了美好純真的童心。在夢幻島上，有大家熟知的小仙女、海盜、印第安人、美人魚等，在那個用蘑菇當(dāng)煙囪的地下之家，孩子們生活快樂無憂。彼得與海盜，海盜與紅人之間的“大戰(zhàn)”，鮮明地烙著兒童打仗游戲的印證。作者正是通過奇妙的夢幻島和不肯長大的男孩彼得·潘這樣的童話形象告訴人們：童年是人生中最美的樂章，珍惜可貴的童年時代，讓孩子們盡情地享受那僅僅屬于他們的歡樂。　　皮得·潘是20世紀(jì)最偉大的童話巨著之一，它是由英國著名小說家、劇作家詹姆斯·巴里編著而成。這是一個充滿魔幻、神奇的美麗故事。“彼得·潘”——這個不肯長大的男孩，已經(jīng)成為西方世界無人不知的人物，象征著永恒的童年和永無止境的探險精神。無論作為語言學(xué)習(xí)的課本，還是作為通俗的文學(xué)讀本，對當(dāng)代中國的青少年都將產(chǎn)生積極的影響?！侗说?middot;潘（中文導(dǎo)讀英文版）》幫助讀者快速提高英語閱讀速度和閱讀水平?！　〈松唐酚袃煞N封面，隨機(jī)發(fā)貨！

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