He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman. - J.M. Barrie

Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient!
How am I deficient?
You're just a boy.

Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder.

On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.