Sentimental Tommy -- The Story Of His Boyhood (Mobi Classics)
Fiction & Literature, Classics, Kids, Teen, General Fiction, Fiction - YA
| Author: | J.M. Barrie | ISBN: | 9781605017631 |
| Publisher: | MobileReference | Publication: | January 1, 2010 |
| Imprint: | MobileReference | Language: | English |
| Author: | J.M. Barrie |
| ISBN: | 9781605017631 |
| Publisher: | MobileReference |
| Publication: | January 1, 2010 |
| Imprint: | MobileReference |
| Language: | English |
The celebrated Tommy first comes into view on a dirty London stair, and he was in sexless garments, which were all he had, and he was five, and so though we are looking at him, we must do it sideways, lest he sit down hurriedly to hide them. That inscrutable face, which made the clubmen of his later days uneasy and even puzzled the ladies while he was making love to them, was already his, except when he smiled at one of his pretty thoughts or stopped at an open door to sniff a potful. On his way up and down the stair he often paused to sniff, but he never asked for anything; his mother had warned him against it, and he carried out her injunction with almost unnecessary spirit, declining offers before they were made, as when passing a room, whence came the smell of fried fish, he might call in, "I don't not want none of your fish," or "My mother says I don't not want the littlest bit," or wistfully, "I ain't hungry," or more wistfully still, "My mother says I ain't hungry." - Excerpted from "Sentimental Tommy. The Story of His Boyhood
The celebrated Tommy first comes into view on a dirty London stair, and he was in sexless garments, which were all he had, and he was five, and so though we are looking at him, we must do it sideways, lest he sit down hurriedly to hide them. That inscrutable face, which made the clubmen of his later days uneasy and even puzzled the ladies while he was making love to them, was already his, except when he smiled at one of his pretty thoughts or stopped at an open door to sniff a potful. On his way up and down the stair he often paused to sniff, but he never asked for anything; his mother had warned him against it, and he carried out her injunction with almost unnecessary spirit, declining offers before they were made, as when passing a room, whence came the smell of fried fish, he might call in, "I don't not want none of your fish," or "My mother says I don't not want the littlest bit," or wistfully, "I ain't hungry," or more wistfully still, "My mother says I ain't hungry." - Excerpted from "Sentimental Tommy. The Story of His Boyhood
