I felt I would do anything to know her, to please her, to be her friend, to be able to watch her openly, not spy on her.

To show how I was, I put five five-pound notes I had on me in an envelope and addressed it to Miss Miranda Grey, the Slade School of Art . . . only of course I didn’t post it. I would have if I could have seen her face when she opened it. That was the day I first gave myself the dream that came true.