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As many of you know, the Princess Bride was originally a book by Simon Morgenstern, but only later achieved popularity when it was abridged by William Goldman. Well, guess what? We happen to have gotten our hands on a rare copy of the Morgenstern original. Here, check out this excerpt:

"My name..." Inigo Montoya paused for a moment. His name, his person-label, his tender identifier in these nether parts of a cruel universe called life as we know it. Is it no coincidence that name contains in it a "nay" sound, the courtly version of "no," as if to give away its own fallacious nature even as it seeks to identify? For what is a name, really but a stamp on a collection of molecules that is a man? And would you not say that a name doesn't so much identify a man as much as a man identifies a name? So that a man with a name like Buzz will turn Buzz into the name for a certain type of man. Yes, names are but nothing but syllables reaching for meaning.

"...is Inigo Montoya," but again Inigo paused. Inigo, such a strange name, a name that sounds like indigo, the i of ROYGBIV, a purple hue. Inigo had never identified with the color purple because he has no context in which to experience outside of the visual. For what does it feel to be indigo? Do you know your place in the spectrum are do you think that the world beyond blue ends as distinctively as it does beyond violet?

But wait, he had gotten ahead of himself. He still needed to consider the word "is." What is "is"? "Is" is to exist, but shouldn't existence be so definitive as to not require a word for itself? What does that say about our tenuous grasp on what is if we must say "is" to define it? Is life not enough on its own to convince us of reality? Are the events of our mortal timelines so nondescript that we require verbiage to define simply being?

And it goes on like that. Seriously, it's 5 pages before you even get to "Prepare to die." So, now you know! 

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