HOOK

I was dreaming. Smee... of Pan.



SMEE

Pan, Cap’n?



HOOK

(luxuriating)

Oh, I was tearing him so splendidly. And in the dream I was a magnanimous fellow, full of forgiveness. I thanked Pan for cutting off my hand and giving me this fine hook for disembowling and ripping throats and such homely uses as combing my hair and opening jars.





WENDY

Why do you hate him so?



HOOK

Imagine a lion in a cage, and into that cage flies a butterfly. If the lion was free it would pay no heed to such a creature. But the lion is not free. And so the butterfly slowly drives it insane.



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