In "System of Display, S (RESTLESS/Iwao Yamawaki, portrait of Bauhaus student Selman Nagic)," an S is emblazoned over a pensive boy's face whose eyes are closed.
Her brother, Dejan, 9, a pensive boy with sad eyes, "loves to paint and draw" and wants to be a teacher when he grows up.
Its hero is a pensive Gypsy boy who has visitations from a quirky manikin, by the name of Django, with designs on his dad's banjo.
As the world's media descended on the addresses where Emwazi was raised – ranging from an £800,000 mansion block apartment in Maida Vale to his last-known address on a gritty west London estate – debate raged about how the well-dressed and pensive son of a minicab driver became the blood-soaked poster boy of Isis.
At one point, they play alternately hyperkinetic and pensive twelve-year-old boys — first they run around the stage making airplane noises and then they sit still and ponder what they're going to do when they grow up — and that playful, boyish energy is the hallmark of their performances, which are under the direction of Ian McElhinney, Jones's husband.
Still, he and his dramaturg, Michael Sexton, find accessibility and humor in the text and there are finely varied performances from Matthew Maher's hapless Roderigo, Finn Wittrock's pretty boy Cassio, David Wilson Barnes's pensive Duke and Marsha Stephanie Blake's waspish Emilia.
The 16-year-old, a slight boy with a pensive air, had hoped to reach his brother in Germany but had spent two months stranded in the squalid improvised refugee camp at Idomeni in northern Greece, praying for Macedonia to reopen the gateway to central Europe.
I doubled down on the calories, adding pancakes to breakfast, and succeeded in making the boys lie in pensive digestion out in the hammock for a little while before they ricocheted off the trees.
She came upon Gary seated by the window one day in a pensive mood and asked, "What are you thinking about, Gary boy?" And Gary boy answered: "Nussing".
Boy, is he a hero: fit, pensive, rough when required, and so unceasingly moral that, on entering the hotel room of a blond, unaccompanied American reporter named Lawrie Dayne (Amy Ryan), he engages her in a constructive discussion of journalistic sources and then — I can still hardly believe this — he leaves.
The first dark note arrived with a pensive version of Noël Coward's "Mad About the Boy," prefaced by speculation about the object of Coward's unrequited passion.
