I Am Going To Be

Every Single Night I'm Nervous. You Never Know How The Audience Is Going To React.

Tired Of All Her Efforts At Tara, Scarlett Wishes To Escape Too: "i Do Want To Escape Too! I'm So Very Tired Of It All!. . . The South Is Dead, It's Dead, The Yankees And The Carpetbaggers Have Got It And There's Nothing Left For Us."

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.

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."

I Never Sleep For More Than Five Hours, Hardly Ever.