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William Goldman

The Princess Bride

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SUMMARY:
William Goldman's beloved novel has sold over one million copies. A movie, released twenty years ago, perfectly captured the spirit of the book and has introduced new fans to its pages ever since. In 1941 a young boy lies bedridden from pneumonia. His perpetually disheveled and unattractive father, an immigrant from Florin with terribly broken English, shuffles into his bedroom carrying a book. The boy wants to know if it has any sports. His father says, “Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passions. Miracles.” And the little boy, though he doesn't know it, is about to change forever. As Goldman says, “What happened was just this. I got hooked on the story.” And coming generations of readers will, too. And coming generations of readers will too.
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    Well, I’m an abridger, so I’m entitled to a few ideas of my own. Did they make it? Was the pirate ship there? You can answer it for yourself, but, for me, I say yes it was. And yes, they got away. And got their strength back and had lots of adventures and more than their share of laughs.

    But that doesn’t mean I think they had a happy ending either. Because, in my opinion anyway, they squabbled a lot, and Buttercup lost her looks eventually, and one day Fezzik lost a fight and some hot-shot kid whipped Inigo with a sword and Westley was never able to really sleep sound because of Humperdinck maybe being on the trail.

    I’m not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.
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    She looked at Westley. “You all right? I was worried about you back on the bed there. Your eyes rolled up into your head and everything.”

    “I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly, the answer came in the affirmative.”

    “I didn’t know there was such a Fellow,” Buttercup said.

    “Neither did I, in truth, but if He didn’t exist, I didn’t much want to either.”

    The four great horses seemed almost to fly toward Florin Channel.

    “It appears to me as if we’re doomed, then,” Buttercup said.

    Westley looked at her. “Doomed, madam?”

    “To be together. Until one of us dies.”

    “I’ve done that already, and I haven’t the slightest intention of ever doing it again,” Westley said.

    Buttercup looked at him. “Don’t we sort of have to sometime?”

    “Not if we promise to outlive each other, and I make that promise now.”

    Buttercup looked at him. “Oh my Westley, so do I.”
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    “To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms.”

    “Meaning?” It could all still be a trap. His body was at the ready.

    “There are those who credit you with skill as a hunter, though I find that doubtful.”

    The Prince smiled. The fellow was baiting him. Why?

    “And if you hunt well, then surely, when you tracked your lady, you must have begun at the Cliffs of Insanity. A duel was fought there and if you noted the movements and the strides, you would know that those were masters battling. They were. Remember this: I won that fight. And I am a pirate. We have our special tricks with swords.”

    It was 5:53. “I am not unfamiliar with steel.”

    “The first thing you lose will be your feet,” Westley said. “The left, then the right. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrist. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average.” And now Westley was beginning to be aware of strange changes in his body and he began talking faster, faster and louder. “Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye—”

    “And then my right eye and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?” the Prince said. It was 5:54.

    “Wrong!” Westley’s voice rang across the room. “Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries ‘Dear God, what is that thing?’ will reverberate forever with your perfect ears. That is what ‘to the pain’ means. It means that I leave you to live in anguish, in humiliation, in freakish misery until you can stand it no more; so there you have it, pig, there you know, you miserable vomitous mass, and I say this now, and live or die, it’s up to you: Drop your sword!”

    The sword crashed to the floor.

    It was 5:55.

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