Over the years I would read whatever I could find by or about Héloïse d’Argenteuil and Peter Abélard, including biographies, fictionalized accounts, children’s stories, poetry, song, and of course the letters themselves. Our speech was more of love than of the books which lay open before us our kisses far outnumbered our reasoned words. Under the pretext of study we spent our hours in the happiness of love, and learning held out to us the secret opportunities that our passion craved. I can still visualize scenes, not so much from the stage setting, which was fine, but because the story caught my imagination. The play was moving and the acting was superb. Keith Mitchell and Diana Rigg(!) had the title roles. It was Abelard and Heloise, by Ronald Millar. In 1971, I was fortunate to see an excellent play at Wyndham’s Theatre in London.
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