The Man from Elysian Fields Page #2

No one wants to waste their time

looking for deeper meaning.

My wife thinks it's

the best thing I ever wrote.

She must love you very much.

Look, I've always been open to

any kind of suggestions, changes...

-That wouldn't be fair to you.

-Anything.

Maybe next time.

-Could I get an advance?

-0n what?

-0n the next one.

-You know I'd like to, but...

Virgil, I know that my problems

are not your problems...

but I got nothing left to live on.

-Are you really that desperate?

-Yes.

Then use that emotion.

All of the best novels

are written in desperation.

So are the best suicide notes.

Why'd I think a guy in a US$ 1,400

suit'd care about migrant workers?

So what if your editor hated your

book? You know my advice to you?

F*** him.

Thanks, Harry.

That's one swell pep talk.

Hello.

-How are you doing?

-We haven't been introduced.

No.

-The name's Luther Fox.

-Byron Tiller.

So you're a writer?

Right.

-Anything I'd know?

-I sincerely doubt it.

I did manage to publish a little

piece of sh*t called Hitler's Child.

I liked it.

-You read it?

-You sound surprised.

I never actually met my public.

Well... here I am.

-What are you doing next?

-I'm toying with a few ideas.

I think I'd make a very good

key punch operator.

-Things a bit tough at the moment?

-Hemingway killed himself.

And people actually bought his books.

Me? I'm in the f***ing remainder bin.

It's easy to think of the remainder

bin as doom on some cosmic level.

Don't you think you're making

a mountain out of a mole hill?

The problem is that my mountain

has shrunk into a mole hill.

And unless you have family...

of moles...

how do you live?

A man can always support his family

if he's willing to do the necessary.

I've got to go.

Listen, I appreciate the drinks

and the ear.

Thank you.

If a key punch operator doesn't

happen for you, why don't you...

drop by the office? Maybe we can

work something out.

Nothing like a little life experience.

-Hey. What did your editor say?

-Why aren't you asleep?

I couldn't wait.

I had to hear what he said.

-He saw room for changes.

-But he loved it, right?

-Love, I don't know. It's relative.

-Relative to what?

To whether you're

a John Grisham or not.

Somebody like me,

they don't get too effusive.

They are going to publish it, right?

Yes.

-Did he say when?

-No, that's scheduling.

The other side of the building.

I'll find out.

I told you it would

all work out, didn't l?

Paul Pearson!

Paul Pearson!

-I thought it was you.

-Good to see you.

-Good to see you.

-Things going well since you left us?

Yes, great. I've just had

my first novel published.

So I hear. Been meaning

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