In Memoriam Arthur Miller

And that is the glamour of the theatre. And it is enough once discovered, to make people stay with the theatre and for others to come seeking it. For underneath our shiny fronts of stone, our fascination with gadgets and our new toys that can blow the earth into a million stars, we are still outside the doorway through which the great answers wait. Not all the cameras in Christendom nor all the tricky lights will move us one step closer to a better understanding of ourselves, but only, as it always was, the truly written word, the profoundly felt gesture, the naked and direct contemplation of man which is the enduring glamour of the stage.

Arthur Miller
January
1955

his heart
will be
greatly
missed.