I loved something I made up, something that's just as dead as Melly is. I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn't see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothesโand not him at all.
Margaret Mitchellwhat will the South be like without all our fine boys? What would the South have been if they had lived?
Margaret Mitchell