The Old Guard Dies But It Never

You're Like The Thief Who Isn't The Least Bit Sorry He Stole, But Is Terribly, Terribly Sorry He's Going To Jail. - Rhett Butler

He Made Her Play And She Had Almost Forgotten How. Life Had Been So Serious And So Bitter. He Knew How To Play And Swept Her Along With Him.

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.

Say You’ll Marry Me When I Come Back Or, Before God, I Won’t Go. I’ll Stay Around Here And Play A Guitar Under Your Window Every Night And Sing At The Top Of My Voice And Compromise You, So You’ll Have To Marry Me To Save Your Reputation.

All You Have Done Is To Be Different From Other Women And You Have Made A Little Success Of It. This Is Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. The Mere Fact That You Have Succeed To Run The Mill Is An Insult To Everyman Who Hasn't Succeed.