![]() ![]() But, even as a die hard fan of the story, I could not help but be disappointed with a couple aspects of the book. I remember laughing so hard during the first few chapters and I really loved William Goldman's foot notes. It had some wonderfully enlightening humorous moments. I first read the book when I was 16 and I enjoyed the book very thoroughly. The Princess Bride is one of this centuries greatest literary treasures and I grew up loving the relationship Westly and Buttercup shared (on screen). I for one would rather die by my true loves side than admit defeat and go to an enemey's side to live a life without love but with all the treasures one desires because in my perspective true treasure is being with your true love Therefore Buttercup can be considered a bitch because of her behavior towards Wesley when he has tried so hard to reach her and she just leaves him for the opportunity to live a fancy lifestyle than to die with her true love. That she would rather live a life loveless than die with her true love. Anywho what does your comment have to do with the fact that Buttercup was wrong to just leave Wesley alone. and your point is? Anita was just saying how Buttercup is just awful to leave Wesley all alone just because she wants to live and she even quoted her. She has a horse named Horse, she can't do simple math (Wesley can defeat a man in ten seconds." The Dread Pirate Roberts spares no survivor.Erica wrote: "You do realize Princess Bride is satire, right? Buttercup is a parody of the airhead damsel archetype. ![]() I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder. You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders - the most famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha.Īnd to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned. Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING AWAY! I KNOW WHERE THE POISON IS! You're trying to trick me into giving away something. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. ![]() All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. perhaps I have the strength after all.Īll right. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. That is what "to the pain means." It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.Īnd then my ears, I understand let's get on with it. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight. ![]() Next your nose.Īnd then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me. I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase. ![]()
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