When I Come Into The Theatre I

My Birth Sign Is Scorpio And They Eat Themselves Up And Burn Themselves Out. I Swing Between Happiness And Misery. I Am Part Prude And Part Nonconformist. I Say What I Think And I Don't Pretend And I Am Prepared To Accept The Consequences Of My Actions.

My Friends, When I Was Young, Were Always Older Than I Was, And I've Always Liked Them. And I Love Old Men And Old Ladies, Really. But I've Known More Elderly Men, Like Max Beerbohm, Like Beranard Berenson, Like Somerset Maugham, Winston Churchill-i'd Put Him First, Anyway-what They Say Is So Wise And So Good. They Know What They're Talking About.

I Cannot Let Well Enough Alone. I Get Restless. I Have To Be Doing Different Things. I Am A Very Impatient Person And Headstrong. If I've Made Up My Mind To Do Something, I Can't Be Persuaded Out Of It.

On The Road, They Join The Bedraggled Remnants Of A Column Of Exhausted Confederate Soldiers Evacuating Burning Atlanta. Rhett Makes Her Take Note Of The Scene: "take A Good Look, My Dear. It's A Historic Moment. You Can Tell Your Grandchildren How You Watched The Old South Disappear One Night."

Having Lost Rhett, She Can Always Return To The Land - To Tara, To Soak Up Its Strength. . . . Tara! . . . Home. I'll Go Home, And I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back! After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day!