Elphaba, where I’m from, we believe all sorts of things that aren’t true. We call it—“history.” A man’s called a traitor—or liberator. A rich man’s a thief—or philanthropist. Is one a crusader—or ruthless invader? It’s all in which label is able to persist. There are precious few at ease, with moral ambiguities. So we act as though they don’t exist.
Elphaba, where I’m from, we believe all sorts of things that aren’t true. We call it—“history.”
A man’s called a traitor—or liberator.
A rich man’s a thief—or philanthropist.
Is one a crusader—or ruthless invader?
It’s all in which label is able to persist.
There are precious few at ease, with moral ambiguities. So we act as though they don’t exist.
The Wizard of Oz, during the song Wonderful from Wicked
The Wizard of Oz, during the song Wonderful from Wicked