You Are Wonderful, Father.""i'm More Than Wonderful,

You Can Never Trust What You Read.

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.

Her Heart Was A Secret Garden And The Walls Were Very High.

The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

I Guess The Most Amazing Thing About Crying Though Is That When You're In It, You Think It'll Go On Forever But It Never Really Lasts Half What You Think. Not In Terms Of Real Time. In Terms Of Real Emotions, It's Worse Than You Think, But Not By The Clock.