My Westley Will Come For Me.

And That's When She Put Her Book Down. And Looked At Me. And Said It: "life Isn't Fair, Bill. We Tell Our Children That It Is, But It's A Terrible Thing To Do. It's Not Only A Lie, It's A Cruel Lie. Life Is Not Fair, And It Never Has Been, And It's Never Going To Be.

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.

Look. (grown-ups Skip This Paragraph) I'm Not About To Tell You This Book Has A Tragic Ending. I Already Said In The Very First Line How It Was My Favorite In All The World. But There's A Lot Of Bad Stuff Coming.

Inside And Out, Westley's World Was Ripping Apart And He Could Do Nothing But Crack Along With It.

There Is One Crucial Rule That Must Be Followed In All Creative Meetings. Never Speak First. At Least At The Start, Your Job Is To Shut Up.