I'm reading Peter Pan to my daughter* and J.M. Barrie takes my breath away. Seeing someone so unbound and fearless with images and language makes me speechless. Thinking of the Scots writer, I recalled Bronzino and his liberty in painting one of the Evangelists. And a thought breezed quickly past my head, ("Such extreme freedom must come from being anchored in something extremely good, or something extremely evil"), before it before flew out of the window.
*via Skype; I wouldn't say 'extremely', but Skype is good.
PS [Wikipedia] ...Barrie founded an amateur cricket team for his friends. Arthur Conan Doyle, Wells, and other luminaries such as Jerome K. Jerome, G. K. Chesterton, A. A. Milne, Walter Raleigh, A. E. W. Mason, E. V. Lucas, Maurice Hewlett, E. W. Hornung, P. G. Wodehouse, Owen Seaman, Bernard Partridge, Augustine Birrell, Paul du Chaillu, and the son of Alfred Tennyson played in the team at various times. The team was called the Allahakbarries, under the mistaken belief that "Allah akbar" meant "Heaven help us" in Arabic (rather than "God is great")... - well, being rather clever chaps, they must have quickly realised that the two are one and the same thing.
