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[yankees] Are Pretty Much Like Southerners Except With Worse Manners, Of Course, And Terrible Accents.

I Can't Make You Understand Because You Don't Know The Meaning Of Fear. You Have The Heart Of A Lion And An Utter Lack Of Imagination And I Envy You Both Of Those Qualities. You'll Never Mind Facing Realities And You'll Never Want To Escape From Them As I Do.

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?

Forgive Me For Startling You With The Impetuosity Of My Sentiments, My Dear Scarlett—i Mean, My Dear Mrs. Kennedy. It Cannot Have Escaped Your Notice That For Some Time Past The Friendship I Have Had In My Heart For You Has Ripened Into A Deeper Feeling, A Feeling More Beautiful, More Pure, More Sacred. Dare I Name It You? Ah! It Is Love Which Makes Me So Bold!

I Wonder If Anyone But Me Realizes What Goes On In That Head Back Of Your Deceptively Sweet Face.