I'll tell you how it went. We were fishi...

I'll tell you how it went. We were fishing in a stream—that is to say, I was wading and you were sitting on my shoulders holding the rod. We didn't catch anything. Somehow or another—I can't think how I did it—you irritated me, and I answered you sharply. It sounds extraordinary, but I did. It gave you a shock, and, for the moment, the world no longer seemed a safe place to you; your faith in me had always made it safe till then. You were suddenly not even sure of your bread and butter, and a frightened tear came to your eyes. I was in a nice state about it, I can tell you. The laugh that children are born with lasts just so long as they have perfect faith. To think that it was I who robbed you of yours!

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: J.M. Barrie, Dear Brutus, Gutenberg eBook, 2003. Full Text