HOOK: (communing with his ego) How still the night is; nothing sounds alive. Now is the hour when children in their homes are a-bed; their lips bright-browned with the good-night chocolate, and their tongues drowsily searching for belated crumbs housed insecurely on their shining cheeks. Compare with them the children on this boat about to walk the plank. Split my infinitives, but ’tis my hour of triumph!

J. M. Barrie (1860-1937) Scottish novelist and dramatist [James Matthew Barrie]

Peter Pan, Act 5 (1904, pub. 1928)
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An analogous scene, but with different internal dialogue, occurs in Barrie's novelization, Peter and Wendy, ch. 14 "The Pirate Ship" (1911).