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not going to fail either, for I've never worked harder in my life than I have on this picture."
There is no doubting the sincerity of her remarks. She knows all too well the spot she is in and what is expected of her. But with such determination, I hardly see how she can miss.
"Weren't you more than a little afraid," I asked after a while, "about the possible consequences to your career by playing Scarlett? Doesn't the role rather make you wonder about your future?"
"Yes, I was afraid — in fact, I still am," she replied quite pointedly. "Afraid because I knew what would be said about my being chosen. Afraid because I know that this is one part that simply cannot be done badly.
"That's why I'm keeping my fingers crossed all the time. I have a duty to every person who read the book and I have a duty to myself. I must fulfill both jobs capably."
"Yet you really haven't much to worry about the future," I said with an effort at encouragement, "for no matter what is the outcome of 'Gone With the Wind,' you're rather well set. After all, you have a contract with Selznick and a one picture a year deal with Alexander Korda. Besides, Mr. Selznick wouldn't have cast you if he had doubted your ability."
For a moment she said nothing. Then, with a smile that pathetically radiated her inner quakings, she looked at me with as much fire as Scarlett would.
"A future isn't just a security, a knowledge that you will always be provided for. You see, ever since I decided to become an actress, I have dreamed of some day doing a great part, such as Scarlett. That ambition has been my life. So I can't help feeling-that if I fail, there will be no future — just a drab uncertainty, a listless existence."
As was to be expected, tea was served. In between sips, Vivien [Continued on page 62]
for May 1939