Life Is Pain, Highness. Anyone Who Says

I Seemed Busy, Busy, Busy, But I Suppose, If Pressed, I Might Have Admitted That, For All My Frenzy, I Was Very Much Alone.

And That's When She Put Her Book Down. And Looked At Me. And Said It: "life Isn't Fair, Bill. We Tell Our Children That It Is, But It's A Terrible Thing To Do. It's Not Only A Lie, It's A Cruel Lie. Life Is Not Fair, And It Never Has Been, And It's Never Going To Be.

He Had Risked His Life And Now It Was Walking Away From Him, Hand-in-hand With A Ruffian Prince.

Westley Closed His Eyes. There Was Pain Coming And He Had To Be Ready For It. He Had To Prepare His Brain, He Had To Get His Mind Controlled And Safe From Their Efforts, So That They Could Not Break Him. He Would Not Let Them Break Him. He Would Hold Together Against Anything And All. If Only They Gave Him Sufficient Time To Make Ready, He Knew He Could Defeat Pain. It Turned Out They Gave Him Sufficient Time (it Was Months Before The Machine Was Ready). But They Broke Him Anyway.

The First Morning After Westley's Departure, Buttercup Thought She Was Entitled To Do Nothing More Than Sit Around Moping And Feeling Sorry For Herself. After All, The Love Of Her Life Had Fled, Life Had No Meaning, How Could You Face The Future, Et Cetera, Et Cetera.