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God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You.

[t]he Merciful Adjustment Which Nature Makes When What Cannot Be Cured Must Be Endured.

If I Said I Was Madly In Love With You, I'd Be Lying And What's More, You'd Know It.

She Was Darkness And He Was Darkness And There Had Never Been Anything Before This Time, Only Darkness And His Lips Upon Her. She Tried To Speak And His Mouth Was Over Hers Again. Suddenly She Had A Wild Thrill Such As She Had Never Known; Joy, Fear, Madness, Excitement, Surrender To Arms That Were Too Strong, Lips Too Bruising, Fate That Moved Too Fast.

If Gone With The Wind Has A Theme It Is That Of Survival. What Makes Some People Come Through Catastrophes And Others, Apparently Just As Able, Strong, And Brave, Go Under? It Happens In Every Upheaval. Some People Survive; Others Don't. What Qualities Are In Those Who Fight Their Way Through Triumphantly That Are Lacking In Those That Go Under? I Only Know That Survivors Used To Call That Quality 'gumption.' So I Wrote About People Who Had Gumption And People Who Didn't.