Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph! — J.M. Barrie

If he could get the hang of the thing his cry might become To live would be an awfully big adventure! but he can never quite the hang of it...

The night nursery of the Darling family, which is the scene of our opening Act, is at the top of a rather depressed street in Bloomsbury. We have a right to place it where we will, and the reason Bloomsbury is chosen is that Mr. Roget once lived there.

Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.