Aggression, passion, nihilism:

Dear Beatles—
I saw you when you landed at Kennedy Airport in New York. I was almost killed and I was just six feet away from you. Everybody went crazzzy. I had an ankle sprained, my dress torn, a slightly scratched face, and a black eye.
Isn’t it WONDERFUL?
I adore you all,
Cookie E.
Queens, N.Y.

Dear Ringo,
One girl in our school said, “I’m going for Ringo and if any girl goes near him I’ll kill her”.
I have only one comment that that little statement, “what a way to go!”

S.W.A.K.
Annie L.
Cleveland, Ohio

Love Letters to the Beatles, ed. Bill Adler (1964)
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