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.
Oh! I see. I got it wrong. That's all right. I do that all the time, and it does bother people, but I can't seem to do any better. At least I know why it didn't make sense, and that's a good thing to have figured out. Why is honour a noun, and what does that make wonderful?
Your name is part of his name! I understand that. Is that because you're married? When two people go together, do their names go together also? That would make a lot of sense, I think, and be very good. I hope that's right. Is that right? If you love Mark Cohen and are very happy, I think that love should be more like a gourd than a pumpkin, because it would be good if you could keep it for a long time. It's good to be happy for a long time, I think.
Are you dead too? That's interesting. If you're dead, how can you talk and move? When things die in Oz--they do sometimes, even though everyone is faerie people, and don't die very easily--they don't move, and they go underground or dissolve into the air or melt away. You don't look dead. Perhaps I just don't understand, though. I'm not very clever that way, of course.
Well, my father wanted to frighten an old witch, so he built me out of wood and gave me a carved pumpkin for a head, and dressed me in these splendid clothes, and then he set me out at the crossroads where I looked like a man, to frighten the old witch as she came home. When she saw me, though, she wasn't frightened, and she put the Powder of Life on me, and I came to life. Then my father ran away and took me with him, because he was afraid that she might do something to me, and we went to the Emerald City. On the way, he found a Sawhorse, and made it come to life so that I wouldn't have to walk everywhere, because I'm a bad walker. The old King of the Emerald City taught me to play quoits, and when Ozma became the Ruler of Oz, Glinda gave me a pumpkin patch all my own to grow heads in, and I haven't even damaged it yet, though I'm often foolish. I live in a pumpkin as big as a house, and I'm very comfortable there. *smile* That's the story of me. A lot of other things happened, too, but they had lots of other people in them, and they aren't actually the story of me. They're more about my father and the old King and the Emperor of the Winkies, so I can't count them as part of the story of me, I suppose.
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.
Wonderful is an adjective. It's a part of speech. That's how we serperate our language. Into parts of speech. It gets a little complicated, so I don't think you should worry too much about it, dear.
Yes, Mark and I are married. He also took my name, so now he is technically Mark Thropp-Cohen, and I am Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. We love each other very much, and I don't think that our love will dry out, rot, or die any time soon. Perhaps you'll meet him soon. I'd like that, would you?
Well dear, I am in Oz. I was a little bit before your time, though. Perhaps you've heard of me. Some people here call me the Wicked Witch of the West. I died when Dorothy came to Oz. She killed me. I'm not quite sure how I'm walking around and moving, but I'm glad for it. I like it here.
I like your story. It must be nice to have a pumpkin field all to yourself. Did you know that Glinda and I were best friends? A very long time ago. We went to school together and we shared a room. We got very close. I'm glad to hear she was doing so well after my death. I always knew she'd be happy...
Oh! I see. I got it wrong. That's all right. I do that all the time, and it does bother people, but I can't seem to do any better. At least I know why it didn't make sense, and that's a good thing to have figured out. Why is honour a noun, and what does that make wonderful?
Your name is part of his name! I understand that. Is that because you're married? When two people go together, do their names go together also? That would make a lot of sense, I think, and be very good. I hope that's right. Is that right? If you love Mark Cohen and are very happy, I think that love should be more like a gourd than a pumpkin, because it would be good if you could keep it for a long time. It's good to be happy for a long time, I think.
Are you dead too? That's interesting. If you're dead, how can you talk and move? When things die in Oz--they do sometimes, even though everyone is faerie people, and don't die very easily--they don't move, and they go underground or dissolve into the air or melt away. You don't look dead. Perhaps I just don't understand, though. I'm not very clever that way, of course.
Well, my father wanted to frighten an old witch, so he built me out of wood and gave me a carved pumpkin for a head, and dressed me in these splendid clothes, and then he set me out at the crossroads where I looked like a man, to frighten the old witch as she came home. When she saw me, though, she wasn't frightened, and she put the Powder of Life on me, and I came to life. Then my father ran away and took me with him, because he was afraid that she might do something to me, and we went to the Emerald City. On the way, he found a Sawhorse, and made it come to life so that I wouldn't have to walk everywhere, because I'm a bad walker. The old King of the Emerald City taught me to play quoits, and when Ozma became the Ruler of Oz, Glinda gave me a pumpkin patch all my own to grow heads in, and I haven't even damaged it yet, though I'm often foolish. I live in a pumpkin as big as a house, and I'm very comfortable there. *smile* That's the story of me. A lot of other things happened, too, but they had lots of other people in them, and they aren't actually the story of me. They're more about my father and the old King and the Emperor of the Winkies, so I can't count them as part of the story of me, I suppose.
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Wonderful is an adjective. It's a part of speech. That's how we serperate our language. Into parts of speech. It gets a little complicated, so I don't think you should worry too much about it, dear.
Yes, Mark and I are married. He also took my name, so now he is technically Mark Thropp-Cohen, and I am Elphaba Thropp-Cohen. We love each other very much, and I don't think that our love will dry out, rot, or die any time soon. Perhaps you'll meet him soon. I'd like that, would you?
Well dear, I am in Oz. I was a little bit before your time, though. Perhaps you've heard of me. Some people here call me the Wicked Witch of the West. I died when Dorothy came to Oz. She killed me. I'm not quite sure how I'm walking around and moving, but I'm glad for it. I like it here.
I like your story. It must be nice to have a pumpkin field all to yourself. Did you know that Glinda and I were best friends? A very long time ago. We went to school together and we shared a room. We got very close. I'm glad to hear she was doing so well after my death. I always knew she'd be happy...
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