She was more than a raving beauty; she was a beautiful soul...
Yet wherever she went, squalor followed her, from the charity ward of L.A. County Hospital where she was born to the orphanage and foster homes where she endured untold suffering, right into the tabloid pages where, seemingly overnight, Norma Jean became Marilyn Monroe.
She never stopped looking for happiness, though, and sublimated her suffering into the most sublime kind of comedy. Once she was able to overcome the bad coaching she'd gotten early in her career, she suffused the screen with a kind of naturalism that is normally the birthright of angels.
Whether she ever felt loved is something we'll ever know; hopefully, wherever she is now, she knows how loved she still is...
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