On The End of the Affair, or "My Love Letter to Deborah Kerr"

I just love Deborah Kerr.  Her grace, her elegance.  She always plays a captivating sensual creature with a palpably guarded depth and a haltingly sarcastic wit, though we certainly see the latter more in An Affair to Remember.  There's a dream-like quality about her, and a dream-inducing quality to watching her.  She wears her sadness - or is it her religion? - like a heavy cloak, it envelops her, wraps neatly around her shoulders.  She is loveliness personified.