Margaret Mitchell’s romantic novel about the American Civil War and Reconstruction, Gone With The Wind, was published in 1936 and won the Pulitzer Prize in 1937. Had it been published in the Twenty-First Century, it might have been called Gone With The Whim.
Nowadays, many people live whim tossed lives. They choose to go whichever way their whim is blowing.
When the urge for casual, cheapo sex hits them — they’re gone with the whim. When a craving for drugs or drink rises up — gone with the whim. A desire to lie — gone with the whim. A spirit of anger and revenge — gone with the whim.
They say the whim velocity is just too great and that there’s no way they can’t resist their gale force whims. But really, the whim chill factor has frozen their conscience. They have thrown caution to the whim.
Frankly, my dear, they don’t give a wham. They’re gone with the whim.
“Flee those men who follow their whims.” –quote from St. Pachomius