A follower! Of me? I wonder why anybody would be a follower of mine. That's an interesting thing to think about, indeed! Let me see. Perhaps it is because I can be good to eat. Or perhaps I am useful, but I don't think I am. Perhaps she wanted the name of my tailor? I like my clothes. And that would explain, I think, why she was following my father, too, because he made my clothes. Well! That is interesting. I think I should think about it a little longer.
Hello, Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. Honour means something like wonderful, doesn't it? But what's wonderful? You said it, and I'm afraid I'm not clever enough to see what it is.
...Perhaps it is your name! Is your name wonderful? I've never met anybody named Elphaba Thropp-Cohen, but I think it's pretty. Pretty is like stars and dark things at night when it's summer, you know, and your name is like that. That must be what you mean, then, or at least I think so. I'm glad that it is! It's a good thing to have a wonderful name
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I can't say why she was a follower of yours and your father/mother's, but she was quite devoted.
And wonderful means very very amazing. I suppose my name is rather wonderful. Especially the Cohen part *smiles again* Thank you.
I would love to hear your story. Unfortunately, I don't know where my Nanny disappeared to after my death. She was very old. I doubt she's still alive. But I would love to hear it for me.
Do you? That's a good thing, I think. I like my clothes, after all, and that's a good feeling, like having a brand-new head, and if 'liking' gives you a good feeling, then it must be a good thing. But there's a more important question--I don't know whether it's fair to call any question more important than another one, but I just can't help it, because I do think I'd better get an answer. Do you love me
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It is a good thing. *thinks for a moment* Well, I've only just met you, I'm afraid. But I like you a great deal, and I'm sure that in time that could turn to love.
Hmmm... No, honour and wonderful do not mean the same thing, I'm afraid. For one thing, honour is a noun, and wonderful is a... oh nevermind. They're both good, though. And I like dashes too. Everytime I write my name, I think of my husband, Mark Cohen, and it makes me very happy, because I love him so much.
Well, I don't actually know if she's dead or not. When I died she was still alive, but very very old. I don't know where she is now. I can only assume that she died, because she was so old. The thought of her dying makes me very sad, but I suppose that that's what happens to everyone, right? It's a part of living, dying is. Thank you for your sympathy, though.
I would love to hear your story, and don't worry. You haven't said anything wrong.
Good. *pleased* I think I understand. Does it take time to love things? It's like a pumpkin ripening, I think--except that pumpkins spoil after they get ripe. Does love spoil? Do you have to make it into a pie and eat it up quick after it's ripe, or is it like a gourd? Gourds dry out and you can keep them for a long time. It would be better if love were more like a gourd than a pumpkin
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No, I don't think love spoils. Love lasts forever. Sometimes it might lessen a little, but it's always there. I suppose it is like a gourd, but I don't think it dries out
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My name is Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. It's an honor.
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Hello, Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. Honour means something like wonderful, doesn't it? But what's wonderful? You said it, and I'm afraid I'm not clever enough to see what it is.
...Perhaps it is your name! Is your name wonderful? I've never met anybody named Elphaba Thropp-Cohen, but I think it's pretty. Pretty is like stars and dark things at night when it's summer, you know, and your name is like that. That must be what you mean, then, or at least I think so. I'm glad that it is! It's a good thing to have a wonderful name ( ... )
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I can't say why she was a follower of yours and your father/mother's, but she was quite devoted.
And wonderful means very very amazing. I suppose my name is rather wonderful. Especially the Cohen part *smiles again* Thank you.
I would love to hear your story. Unfortunately, I don't know where my Nanny disappeared to after my death. She was very old. I doubt she's still alive. But I would love to hear it for me.
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Hmmm... No, honour and wonderful do not mean the same thing, I'm afraid. For one thing, honour is a noun, and wonderful is a... oh nevermind. They're both good, though. And I like dashes too. Everytime I write my name, I think of my husband, Mark Cohen, and it makes me very happy, because I love him so much.
Well, I don't actually know if she's dead or not. When I died she was still alive, but very very old. I don't know where she is now. I can only assume that she died, because she was so old. The thought of her dying makes me very sad, but I suppose that that's what happens to everyone, right? It's a part of living, dying is. Thank you for your sympathy, though.
I would love to hear your story, and don't worry. You haven't said anything wrong.
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