I Need Something Truly Beautiful To Look

Every Single Night I'm Nervous.

Sometimes I Dread The Truth Of The Lines I Say. But The Dread Must Never Show.

On The Road, They Join The Bedraggled Remnants Of A Column Of Exhausted Confederate Soldiers Evacuating Burning Atlanta. Rhett Makes Her Take Note Of The Scene: "take A Good Look, My Dear. It's A Historic Moment. You Can Tell Your Grandchildren How You Watched The Old South Disappear One Night."

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.

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?'