Get Used To Disappointment.

Someone Would Have To Keep His Wits, And He Had Assumed Automatically That Since Fezzik Had So Few, He Would Find Retaining Them Not All That Difficult.

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.

I Know Something You Do Not Know. I Am Not Left-handed Either.

But Just As He Knew The Sun Was Obliged To Rise Each Morning In The East, No Matter How Much A Western Arisal Might Have Pleased It, So He Knew That Buttercup Was Obliged To Spend Her Love On Him. Gold Was Inviting, And So Was Royalty, But They Could Not Match The Fever In His Heart, And Sooner Or Later She Would Have To Catch It. She Had Less Choice Than The Sun.

Westley: This Is True Love — You Think This Happens Every Day?