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subjectifyingEllen is wide-eyed, marvelling, but not disbelieving as she wanders the streets of the nexus.
A passerby presses a pamphlet in her hand, recognizing Ellen as a newcomer somehow. Ellen tries to give it back. "I know all about it. Oh God, Geoffrey told me everything. But I thought he was ... joking." There's a tiny hitch in her voice, suggestive of a different word choice lurking in the background.
She wanders on, keeping an eye out for dangers, even though the pamphlet confirms that physical danger is handled by fairy magic, or something equally inexplicable to the modern mind.
She's carrying a xerox of the play Antony and Cleopatra, well annotated. She's been carrying it around for a while, ever since Geoffrey mentioned the play to her. Even for Oliver, she would have gone all out for the sake of Cleopatra, but now...
Ellen wants to have her thoughts on Cleopatra ready whenever Geoffrey comes to her. She has no doubt that he will. He listens to his actors, and Ellen is confident that he'll listen to her, so long as she catches him at a good time. And since he was so...impressed by the nexus, maybe he'll listen harder if she tells him she was inspired here.
She sits down in a plaza near a fountain -- very European, she thinks approvingly -- and flips through the copy of the play, enjoying the sunlight and the crisp air.
The question she's considering is Does Cleopatra have deep plans that are continually foiled by Antony (his jealousy, his unfaithfulness, even his puppy dog following), or is she only moved around by fate or love or politics, a fickle pawn -- an object -- rather than a player? Which, Ellen wonders, is more tragic?
The question she speaks out loud, however, is a bit different: "Would you rather have love and an inevitable early tragic death to go with it, or would you choose to never love or be loved at all?"
A passerby presses a pamphlet in her hand, recognizing Ellen as a newcomer somehow. Ellen tries to give it back. "I know all about it. Oh God, Geoffrey told me everything. But I thought he was ... joking." There's a tiny hitch in her voice, suggestive of a different word choice lurking in the background.
She wanders on, keeping an eye out for dangers, even though the pamphlet confirms that physical danger is handled by fairy magic, or something equally inexplicable to the modern mind.
She's carrying a xerox of the play Antony and Cleopatra, well annotated. She's been carrying it around for a while, ever since Geoffrey mentioned the play to her. Even for Oliver, she would have gone all out for the sake of Cleopatra, but now...
Ellen wants to have her thoughts on Cleopatra ready whenever Geoffrey comes to her. She has no doubt that he will. He listens to his actors, and Ellen is confident that he'll listen to her, so long as she catches him at a good time. And since he was so...impressed by the nexus, maybe he'll listen harder if she tells him she was inspired here.
She sits down in a plaza near a fountain -- very European, she thinks approvingly -- and flips through the copy of the play, enjoying the sunlight and the crisp air.
The question she's considering is Does Cleopatra have deep plans that are continually foiled by Antony (his jealousy, his unfaithfulness, even his puppy dog following), or is she only moved around by fate or love or politics, a fickle pawn -- an object -- rather than a player? Which, Ellen wonders, is more tragic?
The question she speaks out loud, however, is a bit different: "Would you rather have love and an inevitable early tragic death to go with it, or would you choose to never love or be loved at all?"
