In A Weak Moment, I Have Written

Take My Handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, At Any Crisis Of Your Life, Have I Known You To Have A Handkerchief.

It Was Not Often That She Was Alone Like This And She Did Not Like It. When She Was Alone She Had To Think And, These Days, Thoughts Were Not So Pleasant.

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

Life's Under No Obligation To Give Us What We Expect.

. . . She Knew Only That If She Did Or Said Thus-and-so, Men Would Unerringly Respond With The Complimentary Thus-and-so. It Was Like A Mathematical Formula And No More Difficult, For Mathematics Was The One Subject That Had Come Easy To Scarlett In Her Schooldays.