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Roman Polanski touched me. So many times that I have lost count. It may be difficult to say when it first happened, as some memories soften with age and others enliven through reliving the memory; the sensation of repeated experience with the man, in this case, forms a synthesis of collective experience in my mind.

Roman Polanski touched me. But I let him do it again and again. In fact, I wanted it. I craved nothing more than to be touched by Roman — to let my tears form in fear, delight and laughter at how young I seemed (and was) in contrast to those things and people he was introducing me to. Hardy’s Tess of the d’Urbervilles, the world of matrimonial private eyes, and devil worship once or twice. I met Jack Nicholson, Adrien Brody even Johnny Depp once. Knowing Roman might well be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Roman Polanski touched me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before or since and it was beautiful. I could show on a doll where he touched me, if it helps, but I don’t know any dolls with beating hearts. Because what Polanski touched was my heart. Not with his hands but with the images he has contributed to the canon, the history, of world cinema.

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