“The story is told in so many ways, depending on who is doing the telling, and what needs to be heard at the time.” –
We can’t all be Elphaba or Glinda, as if life could ever be a strictly binary choice.
Some of us have to be Fiyero, if only because dust is what we come to…
Having seen ‘Wicked’ three times now, I am still haunted by this exchange, and it comes from Elphaba talking to Fiyero when they are in the enchanted forest:
Elphaba: No matter how shallow and self-absorbed you pretend to be…
Fiyero: Excuse me, there is no pretense here. I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow…
Elphaba: Oh please. No you’re not. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so unhappy.
She renders him speechless then, and it’s a silence I know too well.
