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Introduction</b>
Gone With the Wind, an all-time best-seller by Margaret
Mitchell, is a legendary recollection of the last brilliance of the Old
South. The writer's debut novel was an instant success. And the
story has been bestowed an even further reaching popularity since Vivian Leigh presented a vivid translation to the screen of Katie
Scarlett O'Hara, a southern belle raised in her father's white-pillared
plantation Tara. A climax of Hollywood, from Director Victor
Fleming for MGM, Gone with the Wind is more than a vicissitude,
it is also an old, lost culture revisited.
It is Old South, which today is no more than a dream
remembered. People were once there, living with the high strong
slaves' songs in the quarters, in security, peace and eternity. Here,
Scarlett spends her young maiden years. She is well disciplined by
her mother, but her blazing green eyes always betray her covert
capricious self; the one who enjoys parties and the surrounding
ofbeaus. She dreams to marry the noble Ashley Wilkes. The
impending war shatters the golden peace of the South, and leaves
many lives permanently changed. Plantations, treasures, and honor
are ruined. Scarlett is made a most peculiar widow by the war, and
then pelled into a second marriage in continuation of her
struggle for the salvation of Tara. And her third marriage to Rhett
Butler is also jeopardized because of her secret, stubborn ardency
for Ashley.
In the end of the movie, Scarlett is left only with her Tara, a
plantation which symbolizes the culture of the Old South, a place
where she could ever gather her strength.
Chapter
1 Scarlett's
Jealousy

(Tara is the beautiful homeland of Scarlett, who is now talking with
the twins, Brent and Stew, at the door step.) BRENT: What do we
care if we were expelled from college, Scarlett. The war is going to
start anyday now so we would have left college anyhow.
STEW: Oh, isn't it exciting, Scarlett? You know those poor Yankees
actually want a war? BRENT: We'll show 'em.
SCARLETT: Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk is
spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could
scream. Besides, there isn't going to be any war.
BRENT: Not going to be any war?
STEW: Ah, buddy, of course there's going to be a war.
SCARLETT: If either of you boys says "war" just once again, I'll go
in the house and slam the door. BRENT: But Scarlett honey..
STEW: Don't you want us to have a war? BRENT: Wait a minute,
Scarlett...
STEW: We'll talk about this... BRENT: No please, we'll do anything
you say...
SCARLETT: Well-but remember I warned you. BRENT: I've got an
idea. We'll talk about the barbecue the Wilkes are giving over at
Twelve Oaks tomorrow.
STEW: That's a good idea. You're eating barbecue with us, aren't
you, Scarlett?

SCARLETT: Well, I hadn't thought about that yet, I'll...I'll think about
that tomorrow.
STEW: And we want all your waltzes, there's first Brent, then me,
then Brent, then me again, then Saul. Promise? SCARLETTT:I'just
love to.
STEW: Yahoo!
SCARLETT: If only ..if only I didn't have every one of them taken
already.
BRENT: Honey, you can't do that to us.
STEW: How about if we tell you a secret?
SCARLETT: Secret? Who by?
BRENT: Well, you know Miss Melanie Hamilton, from Atlanta?
STEW: Ashley Wilkes' cousin? Well she's visiting the Wilkes at
Twelve Oaks.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, that goody-goody. Who wants no
secret about her. BRENT: Well, anyway we heard... STEW:That is,
they say.. BRENT: Ashley Wilkes is going to marry her.
STEW: You know the Wilkes always marry their cousins. BRENT:
Now do we get those waltzes?
SCARLETT: Of course. BRENT: Yahoo!
SCARLETT: It can't be true...Ashley loves me.
STEW: Scarlett!
(Scarlett couldn't accept the fact of Ashley's marriage, she rushes to
find her father. Mr.O'Hara is just back from a ride.)

Mr. O'HARA: (To his horse) There's none in the county can touch
you, and none in the state.
SCARLETT: Paw? How proud of yourself you are!
Mr. O'HARA: Well, it is Scarlett O'Hara. So, you've been spying on
me. And like your sister Sue Ellen, you'll be telling your mother on
me, that I was jumping again.
SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, you know I'm no 'tattle like Sue Ellen. But it
does seem to me that after you broke your knee last year jumping that
same fence......
Mr. O'HARA: I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall
jump and not jump. It's my own neck, so it is.
SCARLETT: All right Paw, you jump what you please. How are they
all over at Twelve Oaks?
Mr. O'HARA: The Wilkes? Oh, what you expect, with the barbecue
tomorrow and talking, nothing but war...
SCARLETT: Oh bother the war....was there, was there anyone else
there?
Mr. O'HARA: Oh, their cousin Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta. And
her brother Charles.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton. She's a pale-faced mealy-mouthed
ninny and I hate her.
Mr. O'HARA: Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so.
SCARLETT: Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.
Mr. O'HARA: What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?
SCARLETT: It's...it's nothing. Let's go into the house, Paw.

Mr. O'HARA: Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked
you to marry him?
SCARLETT No.
Mr. O'HARA: No, nor will he. I have it in strictest
confidence from John Wilkes this afternoon, Ashley is
going to marry Miss Melanie. It'll be announced tomorrow
night at the ball.
SCARLETT: I don't believe it!
Mr. O'HARA: Here, here what are you after? Scarlett!
What are you about? Have you been making a ^spectacle
of yourself running about after a man who's not in love
with you? When you might have any of the bucks in the
county?
SCARLETT: I haven't been running after him, it's...it's
just a surprise that's all.
Mr. O'HARA: Now, don't be jerking your chin at me. If
Ashley wanted to marry you, it would be with misgivings,
I'd say yes. I want my girl to be happy. You'd not be happy
with him.
SCARLETT: I would, I would.
Mr. O'HARA: What difference does it make whom you
marry? So long as he's a Southerner and thinks like you.
And when I'm gone, I leave Tara to you.
SCARLETT: I don't want Tara, plantations don't mean
anything when...
Mr. O'HARA: Do you mean to toll me Katie Scarlett O'Hara
that Tara, that land doesn't mean anything to you? Why,

land is the only thing in the world worth working for.
Worth fighting for, worth dying for. Because it's the only
thing that lasts.
SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, you talk like an Irishman.
Mr. O'HARA: It's proud I am that I'm Irish. And don't you
be forgetting, Missy, that you're half-Irish too. And to
anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them, why the land
they live on is like their mother. Oh, but there, there, now,
you're just a child. It'll e to you, this love of the land.
There's no getting away from it if you're Irish.
(Next day, the O'Haras drive to Twelve Oaks for the
barbeque there.)
Mr. O'HARA:: Well, John Wilkes. It's a grand day you'll
be having for the barbecue.
JOHN WILKES: So it seems, Gerald. Why isn't Mrs. 0'
Hara with you?
Mr. O'HARA: She's after settling accounts with the
overseer, but she'll be along for the ball tonight.
INDIA: Wele to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara.
Mr.O'HARA: : Thank you kindly, India. Your daughter is
getting prettier everyday, John.
JOHN WILKES: Oh, India, here are the O'Hara girls, we
must greet them.
INDIA: Can't stand that Scarlett. If you'd see the way
she throws herself at Ashley.
JOHN WILKES: Now, now, that's your brother's business.
You must remember your duties as hostess. Good morning,
girls! You look lovely. Good morning, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: India Wilkes. What a lovely dress. I just can't
take my eyes off it.
(Scarlett enters the hall with her family.)
MAN1: Good morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Morning.
MAN2: Look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Thank you.
MANS: Morning Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Good Morning.
MAN4: Pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.
MANS: Howdy, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Ashley!
ASHLEY: Scarlett! My dear!
SCARLETT: I've been looking for you everywhere. I've
got something I must tell you. Can't we go some place
where it's quiet?
ASHLEY: Yes I'd like to, but... I've something to tell you,
too. Something I...I hope you'll be glad to hear. Now e
and say hello to my cousin, Melanie Wilkes.
SCARLETT: Oh, do we have to?
ASHLEY: She's been looking forward to seeing you again.
Melanie! Here's Scarlett.
MELANIE: Scarlett. I'm so glad to see you again.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, what a surprise to run
into you here. I hope you're going to stay with us a few
days at least.
MELANIE: I hope I shall stay long enough for us to bee
real friends, Scarlett. I do so want us to be.

ASHLEY: We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett?
SCARLETT: Oh, we'll just have to make the biggest fuss
over her, won't we, Ashley? And if there's anybody who
knows how to give a girl a good time, it's Ashley. Though
I expect our good times must seem terribly silly to you
because you're so serious.
MELANIE: Oh, Scarlett. You have so much life. I've always
admired you so, I wish I could be more like you.
SCARLETT: You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say
things you don't mean.
ASHLEY: Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere.
Could they, my dear?
SCARLETT: Oh, well then, she's not like you. Is she,
Ashley? Ashley never means a word he says to any girl.
Oh, why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you.
CHARLES HAMILTON: But, oh. Miss O'Hara...
SCARLETT: Do you think that was kind to bring your
good-looking brother down here just to break my poor,
simple country-girl's heart?
(India and Sue Ellen are watching Scarlett in distance)
ELLEN: Look at Scarlett, she's never even noticed Charles
before, now just because he's your beau, she's after him
like a ^hornet!
SCARLETT: Charles Hamilton, I want to eat barbecue
with you. And mind you don't go ^philandering with any
other girl because I'm mighty jealous.

CHARLES HAMILTON: I won't, Miss O'Hara. I couldn't!
SCARLETT: I do declare, Frank Kelly, you don't look dashing with
that new set of whiskers.
FRANK: Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: You know Charles Hamilton and Ray Kelvert asked me
to eat barbecue with them, but I told them I couldn't because I'd
promised you. INDIA:You needn't be so amused, look at her. She's
after your beau now.
FRANK: Oh, that's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett. I'll see
what I can do, Miss Scarlett.
KATHLEEN: What's your sister so mad about, Scarlett, you sparking
her beau?
SCARLETT: As if I couldn't get a better beau than that old maid in
britches. Brent and Stew, do talk, you handsome old thing, you...oh,
no, you're not, I don't mean to say that I'm mad at you. BRENT: Why
Scarlett honey...
SCARLETT: You haven't been near me all day and I wore this old
dress just because I thought you liked it. I was counting on eating
barbecue with you two. BRENT: Well, you are, Scarlett...
STEW: Of course you are, honey.
SCARLETT: Oh, I never can make up my mind which of you two's
handsomer. I was awake all last night trying to figure it out. Kathleen,
who's that?
KATHLEEN: Who?
SCARLETT: That man looking at us and smiling. A nasty dog.

KATHLEEN: My dear, don't you know? That's Rhett
Butler. He's from Charleston. He has the most terrible
reputation.
SCARLETT: He looks as if, as if he knows what I looked
like without my shimmy.
KATHLEEN: How? But my dear, he isn't received. He's
had to spend most of his time up North because his folks
in Charleston won't even speak to him. He was expelled
from West Point, he's so fast. And then there's that
business about that girl he wouldn't marry...
SCARLETT:Tell, tell...
KATHLEEN: Well, he took her out in a buggy riding in
the late afternoon without a chaperone and then, and then
he refused to marry her!
SCARLETT: (whisper)...
KATHLEEN: No, but she was ruined just the same.
(Ashley and Melanie, on the balcony open to the garden.)
MELANIE: Ashley..
ASHLEY: Happy?
MELANIE: So happy
ASHLEY: You seem to belong here. As if it had all been
imagined for you.
MELANIE: I like to feel that I belong to the things you
love.
ASHLEY: You love Twelve Oaks as I do.
MELANIE: Yes, Ashley. I love it as, as more than a house.
It's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and
beautiful.

ASHLEY: And so unaware that it may not last, forever.
MELANIE: You're afraid of what may happen when the war conies,
aren't you? Well, we don't have to be afraid. For us. No war can e
into our world Ashley. Whatever es, I'll love you, just as I do now.
Until I die.
Chapter 2
Scarlett Meeting
Butler

(Noon time, the gentlemen are gathering in the downstair hall,
talking about the war.)
Mr. O'HARA: We've borne enough insults from the "meddling
Yankees. It's time we made them understand we keep our slaves with
or without their approval. Who's to stop them right from the state of
Georgia to ^secede from the Union.
MAN: That's right.
Mr. O'HARA: The South must assert ourselves by force of arms.
After we fired on the Yankee rascals at Fort Sumter, we've got to fight.
There's no other way.
MAN1: Fight, that's right, fight!
MAN2: Let the
Yankee's be the ones to ask for peace.
Mr. O'HARA: The situation is very simple. The Yankees can't fight
and we can. CHORUS: You're right!
MANS: That's what I'll think!
They'll just turn and run

every time.
MAN1: One Southerner can lick twenty Yankees.
MAN2: We'll finish them in one battle. Gentlemen can always fight
better than rattle. MANS: Yes, gentlemen always fight better than
rattle.
Mr. O'HARA: And what does the captain of our troop say?
ASHLEY: Well, gentlemen...if Georgia fights, I go with her. But like
my father I hope that the Yankees let us leave the Union in peace.
MAN1: But Ashley... MAN2: Ashley, they've insulted us.
MANS: You can't mean that you don't want war.
ASHLEY: Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars.
And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were
about.
Mr. O'HARA: Now gentlemen, Mr. Butler has been up North I hear.
Don't you agree with us, Mr. Butler?
RHETT BUTLER : I think it's hard winning a war with words,
gentlemen.
CHARLES: What do you mean, sir?
RHETT: I mean, Mr. Hamilton, there's not a cannon factory in the
whole South.
MAN: What difference does that make, sir, to a gentleman?
RHETT: I'm afraid it's going to make a great deal of difference to a
great many gentlemen, sir.
CHARLES: Are you hinting, Mr. Butler,
that the Yankees can lick us?
RHETT: No, I'm not hinting. I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees
are better equipped than we. They've got

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