Вот текст письма, которое я отправил Маркизе Ангелов 2 года тому назад:

Dear Mrs. Mercier!

I dared to write to you, because I cannot keep silence anymore. I doubt whether the message from one of your countless admirers is able to interest you, but I hope that you magnanimously will read it. As far as I know, not only I many long years was delighted with the one of a most fascinating women and a most talented actresses of 20-th century. It is not strange, as no one can remain indifferent looking at you-the living ideal of feminine perfection. I mean not only your unique physical beauty, I have in mind the rare beauty of your soul as well. I ought to say, that you are the supreme felicity of my life. Such is my destiny, and I cannot change anything in it. I beg your pardon, if my frankness offended you.
Madam, only the poets of genius, such as Dante or Petrarch, are able to praise properly your incomparable loveliness, unforgettable kindness and inimitable nobleness. You are the queen of all romantic hearts, the fairest and most adorable lady of our time. When I feel depression and despondency, I need only to look at your photo, and the clouds of despair disappear. From the bottom of my soul pours forth the light of inexpressible bliss and happiness, as I behold the image of the woman, in comparison with which all treasures and pleasures in the world are of no value. I want to say with all my heart, that I am immensely grateful to you just because you exist. Please, live long, very long time, because in the world there is only one Michele Mercier. I wish you joy and may God bless you.
Sincerely yours Arthur.