The young woman who emerged from the diary's pages had huge ambitions, even if chasing them proved daunting. February 21, 1931. Went to the Museum of Modern Art and almost passed out from sheer jealousy-I can't even paint an apple yet it's heartbreaking!
January 16, 1932. I couldn't study today & went to the museum to pass a morning of agonizing beauty-Blown glass, jade and exquisite embroideries. April 10, 1932. Wrote all day-and my story is still incomplete. September 2, 1934. Planning a play on Wordsworth-possibilities are infinite. October 12, 1934. How I love to inflict pain on my characters!
What she craved most was to be enveloped in a grand passion that would transform her life. July 3, 1932.
Five hours of tennis and glorious happiness-all I want is someone to love-I feel incomplete.
-from The Red Leather Diary