Posts tagged Gone with the wind
I have to tell you something
Thoughts on food, New York life and grad school
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I'm going back to grad school, and you're coming with me.
But Scarlett, you need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though god knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
Don’t say that, Scarlett! Think of it, if you like, but never, never say it to a man. That’s the trouble with Yankee girls. They’d be most charming if they weren’t always telling you that they can take care of themselves, thank you. Generally they are telling the truth, god help them. And so men let them take care of themselves.
Of all the people in the world to turn up here, this terrible person who had witnessed that scene with Ashley which still gave her nightmares; this odious wretch who ruined girls and was not received by nice people; this despicable man who had said, and with good cause, that she was not a lady.
[Wade] yelled just as loudly when [Scarlett, his mother] held him as when [the nurse] did. Besides, he would tug at the ribbons of her bonnet, and no doubt, rumple her dress.
I wish I had gotten Ashley to compromise me, thought Scarlett suddenly. He’d be too much of a gentleman not to marry me. But somehow, unbidden, she had a feeling of respect for Rhett Butler for refusing to marry a girl who was a fool.
It’s August, and you know what that means - Gone with the Wind! I have been reading it every summer since 2001. A favorite book is one of life’s greatest pleasures.
Ha, ha. Gone With the Wind, Mean Girls style. I kind of think this is sacrilege, but I’ll admit I laughed a little.
