Crackers Are Short On Sparkle.

No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love With You, No More Than You Are With Me, And If I Were, You Would Be The Last Person I'd Ever Tell. God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You. You'd Break His Heart, My Darling, Cruel, Destructive Little Cat Who Is So Careless And Confident She Doesn't Even Trouble To Sheathe Her Claws.

His Voice Stopped And They Looked For A Long Quiet Moment Into Each Other's Eyes And Between Them Lay The Sunny Lost Youth That They Had So Unthinkingly Shared.

They Knew That Love Snatched In The Face Of Danger And Death Was Doubly Sweet For The Strange Excitement That Went With It.

The Old Guard Dies But It Never Surrenders.

. . . She Knew Only That If She Did Or Said Thus-and-so, Men Would Unerringly Respond With The Complimentary Thus-and-so. It Was Like A Mathematical Formula And No More Difficult, For Mathematics Was The One Subject That Had Come Easy To Scarlett In Her Schooldays.