Elliott

Ah, le nouveau fermier que nous attendions tous... et dont l'arrivée a suscité bien des conversations ! Je m'appelle Elliott... J'habite la petite cabane au bord de la plage. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.

Elliott: I'm kind of new to this town myself, but I really feel at home. I moved here only a year before you.
You: Hi, Elliott!
Elliott: Hello, You. Are you well?
Elliott: Sometimes I wonder if I might just have an inflated self-image and no real skills... No, no... I'm not fishing for compliments. Though they are appreciated...
You: Hey Elliott!
Elliott: Oh, You! I was hoping you'd show up. It's always a pleasure to see you.
Elliott: Sorry, I'm feeling morose today. I wish there was more certainty about the future. I don't want to grow old as a lonely hermit on this beach...
You: what’s wrong, Elliott?
Elliott: It's a little lonely out here on the beach... so I apologize if I was ever a little too forward with you when we first met. I was just eager to have a friend. It feels good to have a close friend like you.
Elliott: I write in hopes of connecting with others through time and space. sigh...times are changing, though. People don't read anymore.
Elliott: You, I know you have faith in my abilities as a writer. That means a lot to me.
You: Hey Elliott.
Elliott: You, I was just thinking about you. Maybe you sensed it. So! Tell me about your day.
Elliott: Oh dear! A tiny crab appears to have made his home in my shirt pocket. That's the trouble with living on the beach.
Elliott: My legs are stiff from sitting at my writing desk all night. Sometimes I envy you, You.
Elliott: You, when you're around...I feel unusually creative. I know... strange, but it's true.
Elliott: I have to remember to water my plants today. And not with sea water this time!
Elliott: I wouldn't mind trying my hand at farming. The quiet atmosphere of a farm might be a good source of literary inspiration, don't you think?
Elliott: Breathe deeply. Do you notice it? That's the smell of the sea. Whenever I smell the sea, it reminds me of my youth. The ocean really impressed me as a child.
Elliott: Go away. I can't bear to see you.
You: I'm really sorry... Can you ever forgive me?
Elliott: You've hurt me beyond measure... but I'm willing to leave the past behind us.
Elliott: I've been taking much better care of myself now that we're together. The bachelor life wasn't particularly healthy for me.
Elliott: I've had this recurring nightmare that you gave me a buzz cut... you wouldn't ever do that to me, would you? I trust you.
Elliott: Today is going to be a fantastic day... I can feel it! I get this special feeling in my nose...
Elliott: If I stay perfectly still, perhaps a resplendent butterfly will bless my nose with a landing.
Elliott: Ah, what a lovely day to read a book...don't you think, my dear?
Elliott: I think I'll walk down to the beach today, it's always nice to see the ocean again.