Creative magnificence
7 years ago
Wendy: You know fairies, Peter?
Peter: Yes. But they're nearly all dead now. You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born, its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl.
Wendy: Ought to be? Isn't there?
Peter: Oh, no. Children know such a lot now. Soon, they don't believe in fairies. And every time a child says, "I don't believe in fairies", there's a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Imagine that you are going back from work in evening and your wife had enjoined you to buy something from drugstore for her. Unfortunately you forget her order and you just remember when you see your wife's face asking you: "Did you buy the drug?"