he didn’t forget this either. He just didn’t remember it in time. . . .
I write out of revenge.
Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.
You keep using that word!
I only wish we could stay for his grief – it should be Homeric.
The main thing was to know the world, every twenty-five years or so, back for a couple hundred years, and if you had that info handy, always there under your belt, then you could figure out the gaps.
What’s the handle, Zock?
How could someone care if she were the most beautiful woman in the world or not. What difference could it have made if you were only the third most beautiful. Or the sixth.
The truth,’ said Westley, ‘is that you would rather live with your prince than die with your love.’ ‘I would rather live than die, I admit it.’ ‘We are talking of love, madam.’ There was a long pause. Then Buttercup said it: ‘I can live without love.’ And with that she left Westley alone.
Actually, of course, it didn’t explain anything, but whenever doctors are confused about something, which is really more frequently than any of us would do well to think about, they always snatch at something in the vicinity of the case and add, “That explains it.