“He who would do battle with the many-headed hydra of human nature must pay a world of pain…and only as you gasp your dying...
He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. But I love you. I want you to have your own...
Perhaps, thought Nanny, little green Elphaba chose her own sex, and her own color, and to hell with her parents. It's Wicked, and This...