My Westley Will Come For Me.

"we’ll Never Survive!” “nonsense. You’re Only Saying That Because No One Ever Has."

When I Left You, You Were Already More Beautiful Than Anything I Dared To Dream. In Our Years Apart, My Imaginings Did Their Best To Improve On Your Perfection. At Night, Your Face Was Forever Behind My Eyes. And Now I See That That Vision Who Kept Me Company In My Loneliness Was A Hag Compared To The Beauty Now Before Me.

Inconceivable!" "you Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.

Enough About My Beauty," Buttercup Said. "everybody Always Talks About How Beautiful I Am. I've Got A Mind, Westley. Talk About That.

The Countess Was Considerably Younger Than Her Husband. All Of Her Clothes Came From Paris (this Was After Paris) And She Had Superb Taste. (this Was After Taste Too, But Only Just. And Since It Was Such A New Thing, And Since The Countess Was The Only Lady In All Florin To Posses It, Is It Any Wonder She Was The Leading Hostess In The Land?)