I Don't Know What That Method Is.

I Loved Fencing And Dancing And Elocution.

Who Could Quarrel With Clark Gable? We Got On Well. Whenever Anyone On The Set Was Tired Or Depressed, It Was Gable Who Cheered That Person Up. Then The Newspapers Began Printing The Story That Gable And I Were Not Getting On. This Was So Ridiculous It Served Only As A Joke. From The Time On The Standard Greeting Between Clark And Myself Became, 'how Are You Not Getting On Today?'

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.

I Was Sent Successively To Schools In France, Italy And Bavaria, And This Erratic Education Was A Great Help Afterwards.

Scarlett Tells Mammy: "i'm Too Young To Be A Widow." She Weeps To Her Mother: "my Life Is Over. Nothing Will Ever Happen To Me Anymore." Her Mother Comforts Her: "it's Only Natural To Want To Look Young And Be Young When You Are Young."