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THE ADULT AND THE CINEMA in Mrs. Miniver. Since that day I have based my entire way of living upon them. I have lost many friends, hurt my parents and am regarded by all as completely foolish. I have made a large collection of photographs of them and have heard from both of them in the past.
At first I thought it was a 'pash' I had on them, as is common among young girls, but I found now that I live in an imaginary family and I have gone to terrible pains in building up my thoughts and putting them into action.
I have astounded my friend by being able to imitate their ways of speaking and by facial expression I have been able to make myself feel I am actually them.
I find that at every film of their's I see, it is not the story I follow but their actions, poses and most of all their eyes, which brings me to your second question about dreams.
I am not exaggerating when I say I dream about them three times a week, one night of which is always a Thursday (perhaps that is because of my having the Picturegoer on that day).
Usually I stand, in my dreams, in the same room as they are in a scene from any one of their films, sometimes they are all mixed up, one moment she is herself, the next 'Madam Curie', then 'Mrs. Miniver'.
Always I am in the background, following the story or trying to chip in, but always I am ignored as though I was invisible.
Once I was in a great Laboratory and I could see someone at the other end rubbing her hands as if she was in pain (Madam Curie suffered from burns while making Radium). I wanted to help but the harder I ran towards her the further away she seemed to go, when I awoke I was crying and had my hands tightly together.
To conclude my letter may I say that I am perfectly happy. Whereas my friend worries over her homework I find that by imagining that I am either of the two stars I can easily do mine.
Please excuse my writing but it is very late and I have been doing a great deal of work.
50. Miss . . .
This letter is in answer to your appeal for help from members of the cinema audiences. I am a female, aged 17 yrs. 2 mths. and of British nationality. I am still at school at present, and I hope to enter into the teaching profession in the due course of time. My father is a bricklayer and also Secretary of a Trade Union, my mother is a housewife.
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