Life Isn't Fair. It's Just Fairer Than

The Prince Found Buttercup Waiting Unhappily Outside His Chamber Doors. It's My Letter,' She Began. 'i Cannot Make It Right.' Come In, Come In,' The Prince Said Gently. 'maybe We Can Help You.' She Sat Down In The Same Chair As Before. 'all Right, I'll Close My Eyes And Listen; Read To Me.' Westley, My Passion, My Sweet, My Only My Own. Come Back, Come Back. I Shall Kill Myself Otherwise. Yours In Torment, Buttercup.' She Looked At Humperdinck. 'well? Do You Think I'm Throwing Myself At Him?

Get Used To Disappointment.

Now What Happens?" Asked The Man In Black. "we Face Each Other As God Intended," Fezzik Said. "no Tricks, No Weapons, Skill Against Skill Alone." "you Mean You'll Put Down Your Rock And I'll Put Down My Sword And We'll Try To Kill Each Other Like Civilized People, Is That It?

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.

He Was The Mighty Fezzik, Lover Of Rhymes, And You Did Not Give Up, No Matter What.