Scarlett O'hara Was Not Beautiful, But Men

I Bare My Soul And You Are Suspicious! No, Scarlett, This Is A Bona Fide Honorable Declaration. I Admit That It's Not In The Best Of Taste, Coming At This Time, But I Have A Very Good Excuse For My Lack Of Breeding. I'm Going Away Tomorrow For A Long Time And I Fear That If I Wait Till I Return You'll Have Married Some One Else With A Little Money. So I Thought, Why Not Me And My Money? Really, Scarlett, I Can't Go All My Life Waiting To Catch You Between Husbands.

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

All Wars Are Sacred To Those Who Have To Fight Them. If The People Who Started Wars Didn't Make Them Sacred, Who Would Be Foolish Enough To Fight?

All Really Nice Girls Wonder When Men Don't Try To Kiss Them. They Know They Shouldn't Want Them To And They Know They Must Act Insulted If They Do, But Just The Same, They Wish The Men Would Try.

. . . 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.