Gone with the Wind

by Margaret Mitchell

It was not that she was basically unkind. It was because she was so frightened and unsure of herself she was harsh lest others learn her inadequacies and refuse her authority. Besides,

Crying was so useless now. The only time crying ever did any good was when there was a man around from whom you wished favors. As

women were the implacable and inflexible power behind the social throne. The

“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it’s no worse than it is.”