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Do you know what it’s like, to have grown up in this world as Captain James Hook? Can you imagine being a child, and finding yourself despising, with every fiber of your being, that so-called champion of youth, Peter Pan?
In many ways I was never a child, merely a man in a child’s body, amnesiac and estranged from himself. When I was a child, I wanted nothing more than to be a man again
Do you know what it’s like, to have grown up in this world as Captain James Hook? Can you imagine being a child, and finding yourself despising, with every fiber of your being, that so-called champion of youth, Peter Pan?
In many ways I was never a child, merely a man in a child’s body, amnesiac and estranged from himself. When I was a child, I wanted nothing more than to be a man again.
And so often once more, now that I am a man indeed, I find myself beset by tedious and mocking children.
How history repeats.
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