The Man from Elysian Fields Page #3

to read it, but...

...couldn't find it anywhere.

-Right.

-So, how's the office?

-You know advertising.

-Killing ourselves a little very day.

-I miss it.

The action, the deadlines. There's

a hell of an adrenaline rush there.

I'd even consider getting back in

under the right circumstances.

-You told me to go f*** myself.

-That was the adrenaline talking.

You'd really be willing

to come back?

Salary'd be smaller,

accounts would be sh*t.

-Whatever you decide.

-Well, that's a good attitude.

-Why didn't you have it before?

-Well, I've grown up a little.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Thank you.

I'll see you in the morning?

Actually, I think it'd be better

if you just...

go f*** yourself.

Congratulations, Byron.

So you've come here to celebrate?

-Where else?

-My two favorite people.

Tell you what. I'm gonna send over

my very best bottle of wine.

-No, Dom, that's not necessary.

-It's my gift to the author.

That's very generous.

Now don't get mad, but...

I think maybe we should borrow

some money from my parents.

-Your father hates me.

-The reason he'll loan us the money.

It'll make him feel superior.

-I won't give him the satisfaction.

-Honey, he's never satisfied.

You know that.

And once your novel gets published,

we'll pay him back. With interest.

Did you ever think that

your father was right?

-About what?

-Maybe I am a failure.

You just love me and figure

that everything is gonna work out.

Unconditional love can be

a real pain in the ass.

Bye. Bye.

-Love you.

-See you after work.

What do you want

to do now, champ?

Want to go to the park for a while?

It's a tough f***ing business.

If you write the Goddamned Iliad who

knows if anyone's going to buy it.

Take your last book.

Nice little review on the "Times"...

...meant nothing, right?

-In that neighborhood.

-What kind of business is that?

-Ask what Gutenberg was thinking?

I don't give a damn what Gutenberg

was thinking. Let's cut the bullshit.

You need money, right?

-Just a loan.

-I've given the matter a thought...

...and I won't lend you the money.

-Why?

What was it Shakespeare said?

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be".

I'm only here because I promised

your daughter I would meet you...

and stick my tongue up your ass.

I guess my work here is done.

We both know you'll never

be able to support your family.

Think about it!

Hi, how're you doing?

Yeah?

Hi.

-Is Mr. Luther Fox around?

-This is "around". See him anywhere?

No. Will you tell him that

Byron Tiller came by to see him?

Byron Tiller, the writer?

-You heard of me?

-Sure.

The other day, from Luther.

Right.

My fame is spreading.

I assumed you'd be here.

-My receptionist told me you came by.

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