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Gone With the Wind : A Classic and Beyond


"As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when its all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill, as God is my witness I'll never be hungry again."
On the one side we have the cool superwoman Scarlett O'Hara who said this. When she evolved from a silly woman to the saviour of Tara, her Tara where all her love for Ashley was cultivated along with cotton.
But on the other side we have the not-so-perfect Rhett Butler who said, "frankly my dear, i don't give a damn."
I fell in love with Rhett the very moment he said "You should be kissed, by someone who knows how" to Scarlett.Rhett fell in love with Scarlett not only because she was beautiful but also because they formed a horrible couple together."I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots both of us." Yes, they were both bad,than the nice Ashley and the sweet Melanie.
Gone with the Wind is all about Scarlett, Rhett and her Tara.More than the South, particularly it is Tara that holds her back.The love of the horrible couple Scarlett and Rhett and their South will never be carried away with the wind. It stays as long as one's homeland continues to provide guidance and protection to him/her just like Tara gave to Scarlett.
"Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day."
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A.C

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