The Man from Elysian Fields Page #7

I guess I've just been

in that kind of a mood.

I'm so sorry.

-Believe me...

-Good night, Byron.

This is Nathaniel's direct line.

Wow, such a beauty! You know

how you two look together?

-How?

-Natural.

I gotta see my wife, you know how

she gets if nobody orders her specials.

-It's not her fault.

-I tell her:
"It's not your fault".

-But she's so sensitive!

-It's the menu.

-What's wrong with the menu?

-You want me to be honest?

-Just a little.

-Everything sounds exactly the same.

Manicotti sounds like 0ssobuco. You

use "succulent" to describe 3 dishes!

-Want me to look? I'll rewrite it.

-You'll do that for me?

I'm feeling inspired.

I did see him one more time.

It was about a year later.

He'd written a novel titled "Eclipse"

about a marriage falling apart.

I took a certain pride in knowing

I'd helped ruin his life enough...

to give him something

substantial to write about.

"In a moment, she would turn

and he'd never see her again.

There were things that he knew

that he should have said.

That he wanted to say.

But when he looked

into his wife's face...

all he could remember is what

the old man had said.

'Be careful of women who are content

to love you just as you are.

It's a sure sign

they settle too easily'.

His wife loved him too much

to be willing to settle.

But he no longer had

the conscience to change.

He had convinced himself that

everything he was doing...

he was doing for her.

He had mastered the fatal technique

of believing his own lies.

Then one day,

his wife and child were gone.

He had everything a man could ever

need except a reason to wake up.

That single split second

after you open your eyes...

and there's that someone

to turn to...

who loves you...

who loves you more and holds you

tighter through defeat and victory.

He poured himself another scotch...

knowing then that he would

spend the rest of his life...

trying to gain

that split second back."

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

-What's your name?

-Yasmim, with a "Y".

-I really loved your book.

-Thank you.

There you go.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-What's your name?

-Georgette.

-It was very touching.

-Thank you.

I just wish she'd taken him

back in the end.

So do I.

I've been married 3 times, and I all

know is when it's over, it's over.

You gotta know

when it's time to move on.

It's time.

The name?

Make it out to Nathaniel.

Did you read it?

Why couldn't you say

those things to me before?

I'm a writer.

I'd spent years trying

to pleasure women.

He learned that what's important

is knowing how to please...

only one.

Now there's

something to write about.

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