This is an epistolary work — a letter from Heloise to the philosopher-theologian Peter Abelard, drawn from their famous 12th-century correspondence, here in an 1901 English translation. Heloise writes in response to a letter from Abelard that apparently described his anticipated death and asked her to tend to his remains, and her reply is a sustained outpouring of grief, love, and reproach at being made to contemplate his loss. Her central argument is that Abelard is cruel to burden her with visions of his death when she has already suffered so much — she insists she lives only for him, and that his death would make her own life unbearable and her religious devotion impossible. A distinctive and theologically fraught claim runs throughout: Heloise openly admits she cannot give herself fully to God as demanded by her vows, because her love for Abelard crowds out all else, and she refuses to pretend otherwise. She also turns self-blame into a kind of paradox, invoking a long misogynist tradition (Eve, Delilah, Job's wife) to argue she ruined Abelard — yet simultaneously insisting her love was so total and sincere it cannot be a true sin. The letter is remarkable for its psychological rawness and its tension between enforced religious life and unextinguished erotic and emotional attachment.