Scarlett: "I don't want Tara or any old plantation. Plantations don't
amount to anything when..."
Gerald: "Do you stand there, Scarlett O'Hara, and tell me that
Tara, that land, doesn't amount to anything?"
Scarlett nodded obstinately. Her heart was too sore to care
whether or not she put her father in a temper.
Gerald: "Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to
anything," he shouted, his thick, short arms making wide gestures of
indignation, "for 'tis the only thing in this world that lasts, and don't
you be forgetting it! 'Tis the only thing worth working for, worth
fighting for, worth dying for."
Scarlett: "Oh, Pa," she said disgustingly, "you talk like an
Gerald: "Have I ever been ashamed of it? No, 'tis proud I am. And
don't be forgetting that you are half Irish, Miss. And to anyone with a
drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother."
Since we're coming up on St. Patrick's Day, I thought I'd post a few
fun Irish blogs leading up to the 17th. 'Tis my Scotch Irish DNA I'm
a feelin', stretching its bonny legs and doing a fancy jig!