The World Can Forgive Practically Anything Except

Scarlett's Mind Went Back Through The Years To The Still Hot Noon At Tara When Grey Smoke Curled Above A Blue-clad Body And Melanie Stood At The Top Of The Stairs With Charles' Sabre In Her Hand. Scarlett Remembered That She Had Thought At The Time: 'how Silly! Melly Couldn't Even Heft That Sword!' But Now She Knew That Had The Necessity Arisen, Melanie Would Have Charged Down Those Stairs And Killed The Yankee - Or Been Killed Herself.

Oh, Why Was He So Handsomely Blond, So Courteously Aloof, So Maddeningly Boring With His Talk About Europe And Books And Music And Poetry And Things That Interested Her Not At All - And Yet So Desirable?

But The Small Cloud Which Appeared In The Northwest Four Months Ago Had Blown Up Into A Mighty Storm And Then Into A Screaming Tornado,sweeping Away Her World, Whirling Her Out Of Her Sheltered Life,and Dropping Her Down In The Midst Of This Still,haunted Desolation.

I Only Know That I Love You. That's Your Misfortune.

Men And Women, They Were Beautiful And Wild, All A Little Violent Under Their Pleasant Ways And Only A Little Tamed.