Unsolicited Writings

The echo of her own thoughts infuriated her and Scarlett shook offthe pinching
fingers. They said for me to leave, that they would be burning the place. Aunt Pitty
and the Burrs inMacon could take Melanie and her baby. There was a scuffle of feet
and a dark figure emerged from the caveof the front hall.
Is there any wine in the cellar, even blackberry? Her head felt swollen and she
winced even when she turnedher eyes. They camped all round the house, everywhere, in
the cotton, in thecorn. Its powful hard ter po outera bung hole inter a gode.
No turning or twisting would avoid this dead end towhich she had come. Is there any
wine in the cellar, even blackberry? Pork took the gourd in one hand and Geralds arm
in the other.
And little Wade, encouraged by the weakness of his elders,began sniffling: Wade
thirsty!
She drank slowly but this time the liquid did notburn, only a dull warmth followed.
Whut chickens dey din eat right hyah dey cahiedoff cross dey saddles. And when they
died,they died spent but unquenched.
As if answering the questionin her mind Gerald spoke. But datcotton ain wuth foolin
wid, cause ain but bout three balesover dar.
She took the gourdfrom between the glass and bottle and looked in it. Mammybeen usin
a rag in a dish of hawg fat fer a light fer nussin MissCareen an Miss Suellen. That
was littlemore than the shiftless Slatterys raised. Tell her shes got to fix the cow
up somehow.
The upstairs hall seemed to shake as Mammys ponderous weight cametoward the door.
Ill think of itlater, she said aloud, turning her eyes away.
Miss Scarlett, you knows dey ain been no sugar at Tara fer delonges. She was
nolonger plastic clay, yielding imprint to each new experience. She could not, could
not force it to her lips. And again, theyloomed large, rushing at her with lightning
speed.
As Scarlett sat down, he mumbled: We will wait for Mrs.
It seemed to penetrate evenher ice-locked heart and strength came coursing back into
her body.
Whut chickens dey din eat right hyah dey cahiedoff cross dey saddles.
An dey hawses done et up all de mint an dey done brokeall de glasses.
She said she was bellowing because she neededmilking.
I would like to be drunk and forget all of this.
The road down to the river lay red and scorching between the ruinedcotton fields.
Thats quite all right, Pork, and thank you. Theclay had hardened, some time in this
indeterminate day which hadlasted a thousand years.
Miss Scarlett, you knows dey ain been no sugar at Tara fer delonges. But, Miss
Scarlett, Ah ain got no light ter dig by.
Now, what about the corn and the cotton, Pork?
All had suffered crushing misfortunes and had not been crushed.