|Monroe and Miller at the Queensborough Bridge|
Monroe had a beautiful flowing handwriting, but nevertheless this letter (you can click it to blow it up), from her to Arthur Miller, is difficult to read in spots. But I think I got it right - although if anybody else wants to take a crack at it, be my guest. I believe it says:
In thinking about Sunday's letter, April 21, I want you to know this - Poppy you said that I was dear to you partly because I had not lived the lie of propriety and so-called morality - but my darling don't you understand I was never once offered that and maybe if it was possible for me - I might have gone down that road - in other words - there was no choice to make - the same road was always before me. So when you speak of my nobility it really wasn't so noble - but my dear dear dear - that you love me makes so much that has happened to me and is happening to me (in the worst case) unreal - and still I know from all my nerves and muscles and mind that they did happen - so you see how it's doubly difficult to understand that you - the finest, dearest, most beautiful human being chose me - to love.