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what will the South be like without all our fine boys? What would the South have been if they had lived?
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Margaret Mitchell |
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For Ashley was born of a line of men who used their leisure for thinking, not doing, for spinning brightly colored dreams that had in them no touch of reality... He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened. He accepted the universe and his place in it for what they were and, shrugging, turned to his music and books and his better world.
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Because she had always been happy, she wanted everyone about her to be happy or, at least, pleased with themselves. To this end, she always saw the best in everyone and remarked kindly upon it. There was no servant so stupid that she did not find some redeeming trait of loyalty and kind-heartedness, no girl so ugly and disagreeable that she could not discover grace of form or nobility of character in her, and no man so worthless or so borin..
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Spring had come early that year, with warm quick rains and sudden frothing of pink peach blossoms and dogwood dappling with white stars the dark river swamp and far-off hills. Already the plowing was nearly finished, and the bloody glory of the sunset colored the fresh-cut furrows of red Georgia clay to even redder hues. The moist hungry earth, waiting upturned for the cotton seeds, showed pinkish on the sandy tops of furrows, vermilion and..
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Margaret Mitchell |
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In the end what will happen will be what has happened whenever a civilization breaks up. The people who have brains and courage come through and the ones who haven't are winnowed out. At least, it has been interesting, if not comfortable, to witness a Gotterdammerung.' 'A what?' 'A dusk of the gods. Unfortunately, we Southerners did think we were gods.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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And don't think you can lay down the load, ever. Because you can't. I know.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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He was so very large and male, and excessively male creatures always discomposed her.
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upset
male
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Margaret Mitchell |
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5a8065e
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A new baby! Why, Scarlett, this is a surprise!" he laughed, leaning down to push the blanket away from Ella Lorena's small ugly face." - Rhett Butler"
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ironic
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Margaret Mitchell |
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dc82339
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I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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76294f2
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What gentlemen say and what they think are two different things.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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He wasn't a gentleman and there was no telling what men would do when they weren't gentlemen. There was no standard to judge them by.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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c0eab14
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There's just as much money to be made in the wreck of a civilization as in the upbuilding of one.
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money
truth
wreck
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Margaret Mitchell |
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0d87621
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It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
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death
rhett-to-scarlett
father-daughter
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Margaret Mitchell |
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A startling thought this, that a woman could handle business matters as well or better than a man, a revolutionary thought to Scarlett who had been reared in the tradition that men were omniscient and women none too bright.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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dht ywm swf 'f`l w'qwl kl m 'ryd f`lh wqwlh, wdh lm ystHsn lns dhlk fn~ ln 'bl~.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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f2cd57f
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Why be an ostrich?
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rhett-butler-to-scarlett
rhett-butler
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Indeed? Well, I shall bring you presents so long as it pleases me and so long as I see things that will enhance your charms. I shall bring you dark-green watered silk for a frock to match the bonnet. And I warn you that I am not kind. I am tempting you with bonnets and bangles and leading you into a pit. Always remember I never do anything without reason and I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid.
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scarlett-o-hara
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Margaret Mitchell |
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5de9fa9
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Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken.
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faith
gone-with-the-wind
scarlett-o-hara
hardship
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Any man who was fool enough to fall for a simper, a faint and an 'Oh how wonderful you are!' wasn't worth having. But they all seemed to like it.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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And if we folks have a motto, it's this: 'Don't holler -- smile and bide your time.' We've survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we've gotten to be experts at surviving.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Throughout the South for fifty years there would be bitter-eyed women who looked backward, to dead times, to dead men, evoking memories that hurt and were futile, bearing poverty with bitter pride because they had those memories. But Scarlett was never to look back. She gazed at the blackened stones and, for the last time, she saw Twelve Oaks rise before her eyes as it had once stood, rich and proud, symbol of a race and a way of living. Th..
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Margaret Mitchell |
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b36a876
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I wonder if they know they are fighting for a cause that was lost the minute the first shot as fired.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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They were the eyes of a happy woman, a woman around whom storms might blow without ever ruffling the serene core of her being.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Yes, Melanie had been there that day with a sword in her small hand, ready to do battle for her. And now, as Scarlett looked sadly back, she realized that Melanie had always been there beside her with a sword in her hand, unobtrusive as her own shadow, loving her, fighting for her with blind passionate loyalty, fighting Yankees, fire, hunger, poverty, public opinion and even her beloved blood kin. Scarlett felt her courage and self-confiden..
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Margaret Mitchell |
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To hear them talk one would have thought they had no legs, natural functions or knowledge of the wicked world.
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world
talk
wicked
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Well, none of us, as far as I can see, are doing what we intended to do right now, but I think we'll make out just the same. It's a poor person and a poor nation that sits down and cries because life isn't precisely what they expected it to be.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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1d99425
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She was going to rush into life and wrest from it what she could.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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You're a heartless creature but that's part of your charm. Though you've got more charm than the law allows.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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There was no going back and she was going forward.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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She knew what she wanted and went after it by the shortest route...
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Margaret Mitchell |
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With the spirit of her people those who would not know defeat, even when it stared them in the face, she raised her chin. She could get Rhett back. She knew she could. There had never been a man she couldn't get, once she set her mind upon him. I'll think of it all tomorrow at Tara. I can strand it then. Tomorrow , I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in?
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Margaret Mitchell |
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There was a glow of grim pride in her usually gentle face, approbation and a fierce joy in her smile that equaled the fiery tumult in Scarlett's own bosom. 'Why-why-she's like me! She understands how I feel'!
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Margaret Mitchell |
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It's a curse--this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I did not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy... In other words, Scarlett, I am a coward.
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scarlett-o-hara
civil-war
cowardice
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People must do what they must do. We all don't think alike or act alike and it's wrong to-to judge others by ourselves.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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She felt puzzled and ashamed, as always when people attributed to her emotions and motives they possessed and thought she shared.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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A minor point at such a moment.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn! (Rhett Butler)
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Scarlett, I don't know just when it was that the bleak realization came over me that my own private shadow show was over. Perhaps in the first five minutes at Bull Run when I saw the first man I killed drop to the ground. But I knew it was over and I could no longer be a spectator. No, I suddenly found myself on the curtain, an actor, posturing and making futile gestures. My little inner world was gone, invaded by people whose thoughts were..
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war
fear
bull-run
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Margaret Mitchell |
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You're Ma's own blood son, but did she take on that time Tony Fontaine shot you in the leg? No, she just sent for old Doc Fontaine to dress it and asked the doctor what ailed Tony's aim. Said she guessed the licker was spoiling his marksmanship.
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humour
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Margaret Mitchell |
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lm tstT` mr'@ ywman 'n tGyr zwjh qyd 'nml@.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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lys mn s`d@ l f~ zwj l'kf.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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l'rD h~ lshy' lwHyd lqym f~ hdhh ldny, l'nh lshy' lwHyd ldh~ ydwm... wl tns~ hdhh lHqyq@, nh lshy' lwHyd ldh~ ystHq ljhd f~ sbylh, ystHq lnDl mn 'jlh, ystHq lmwt HfZan `lyh. (jyrld(
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Margaret Mitchell |
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l tbty's~ 'bdan y ans@, fl yhm mn sttzwjyn shryT@ 'n ykwn mnsjm ltfkyr m`ki, w'n ykwn sydan mHtrman `zyz lnfs, mn 'hl ljnwb, flbnsb@ l~ lmr'@ ynsh' lHb b`d lzwj. (jyrld(
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Margaret Mitchell |