And yet, and yet. As we wallow in this symphony of squalid social relations, this gorgeous apologia for the unspeakable, we can still find ourselves swept up in the power of epic movie-making. We can cheer as Scarlett dances the Virginia reel and builds her lumber business from a foundation of pure grit, vowing that, like her, we will never be hungry for anything again—all the while glorying in the most magnificent fact of all, far more thrilling than Tara (with or without its curtains): Her side lost. (X)
get to know me meme: [5/5] favorite movies → Gone with the Wind (1939)
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 it’s 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.
I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I’ll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There’s one thing I do know… and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.