Letters of an Inmate

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The idea is to write the letters of a badly delusional young woman of the early 1920's in an upperclass mental institution.


Dearest Marina,

I arrived just this morning, but I am settled enough to unpack
now and I wanted to drop a quick line so you wouldn't worry.
Everything is quite perfect, better even than my highest hopes; it
is warmer indoors than I had expected, the last time I had
occasion to impose on Mr. Ericson's hospitality I found myself quite
chilled through, but I have no cause for complaint this time and I
am certain I will have recovered from my fatigue in a few days so
that I may return to my normal routine.
Please tell Adam to hurry with my viola, I think playing it now
will make me feel closer to all of you, especially Lauren. Just the
other day, in the gardens, I met a young girl who so resembled
Lauren it quite took my breath away; once we'd spoken for a few
minutes I found myself quite taken with her for she told the most
fascinatingly morbid stories you ever heard, and tomorrow I will
be taking tea with her mother when she comes to visit.
All the other guests are quite as delightful, I can't imagine how
charming it must be to simply stay here all the time as many of
them do, but I simply couldn't survive without the bustle of city
life, as soon as my nerves are recovered I shall be so quick to
return there's no train could catch me!

All my love,
Sincerity Reynolds