“I go through life thinking everyone's watching me. Are they?”
She admits the quiet fear of being watched, then asks the reader to answer.
literary
Chapter 3 of 30 · 2'29"
Across years and hundreds of miles, CC and Hillary keep up a friendship by mail. Hillary confesses, 'I go through life thinking everyone's watching me. Are they?' while CC writes from the Bronx that she is on her own, has no agent, and is 'deeply lonely during this festive season.'
❝ Monologue · 4 lines Hillary's summer letter
Four short lines build a quiet summer and end on a small confession of loneliness.
❝ Monologue · 5 lines CC's reply
She answers a world of horses with a subway joke, then admits she hates her hair.
Hillary Grows Tired of Being Proper
CC Almost Gives Up, Then Writes Back
CC Bloom and Hillary Whitney write letters to each other over many years. Hillary spends summers at a beach house, rides horses, and says she is tired of being 'proper' and 'well-bred.' CC studies singing in the Bronx, complains about her hair, and jokes that she is now on her own. Their letters carry them from school to college and beyond.
The letters do two things at once: they tell the story of two lives and they draw the contrast between them. Hillary grows up inside wealth and manners, and the language she is handed — 'proper,' 'well-bred,' 'cultured' — is exactly what she cannot stand. 'I go through life thinking everyone's watching me. Are they?' she writes, exposing the loneliness inside a life that looks perfect. CC has the opposite problem: no money and no breaks, learning in a cellar studio where, as she jokes, 'you only graduate when you're tall enough to hit your head on the ceiling.' Their letters are where each can say what she cannot say at home, which is why a friendship kept at a distance still holds. The chapter moves from childhood nicknames to adult worries — law school, protest marches, no agent, no work — and the joke about Vitamin A lands because by then both women know what it is to want to give up.
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“I go through life thinking everyone's watching me. Are they?”
She admits the quiet fear of being watched, then asks the reader to answer.
literary
“He doesn't understand the whole world's falling apart while he's playing golf.”
One image splits the generations: her world is breaking while his goes on undisturbed.
Neutral
“I was just about to commit suicide by taking an overdose of Vitamin A when your letter arrived telling me I'm a genius and don't lose heart.”
She turns despair into dark comedy, then lets a friend's letter save the day.
Informal
“The studio's in the cellar, which means you only graduate when you're tall enough to hit your head on the ceiling.”
A deadpan joke turns a cramped cellar studio into a rule you could only beat by growing tall enough to hit the ceiling.
Informal
Dear CC, we're spending the summer at our beach house. It's very peaceful here. I get to ride horses and think a lot. I miss you. It's fun to have somebody to be silly with.
Ride? All I ride is the subway. Leona won't pay for me to go to Juilliard. So I have to keep taking dancing and singing from Miss Jean Kayton, the freaky, fat vaudeville star. The studio's in the cellar, which means you only graduate when you're tall enough to hit your head on the ceiling. P.S. I hate my hair.
Up next · 04walk out onThe scene: Hillary Walks Into CC's BarTwo girls from very different backgrounds — CC from the Bronx, Hillary from a wealthy family — who become best friends and stay close through years of letters.
She is tired of the words 'proper,' 'well-bred' and 'cultured,' and of a life where she feels everyone is watching her. She wants to study law and have an effect on the world.
It is her dark, theatrical humor about being broke, agentless and lonely. The joke also shows how much Hillary's letter — calling her a genius — mattered at that low point.
She admits she chose it partly because four generations of Whitney men went there, but mainly because it is co-ed, which suits her wish for a wider life.
She is describing life on her own in the city after Leona moves to Miami — a flat, mace for safety and a magazine subscription are, to her, the whole setup of independence.