March 3, 1941
Dear Helen: Well, dreams seldom come true. At least it's seldom the person a play's written for is free to play it when it's put on. "Mary of Scotland" was one of the fortunate exceptions. Alas, though I'm no prophet, I had seen you in "Twelfth Night", and it seemed likely to me that you'd be required in that role next season whether you had signed for it or not. Demand has its imperious way. --In this and similar fashions I try to rationalize my disappointment out the window, but I must confess that I wrote in that book no more on the day when I got your letter. Probably I'll start again, but so far I can't make progress.
Nevertheless I want to thank you again for your Viola. If I were an actor I'd play nobody but Shakespeare. He was Merlin. He could really work miracles. The rest of them--well, they tried hard--they still try--but there was only one wizard. 2