Arthur Miller was complex, contradictory, fallible, and imperfect, in other words, human to the highest degree. We shouldn't forget that somewhere in the byzantine labyrinth of the human psyche, there is the curious fact that our public conscience and whatever it is that guides our private actions seem to develop completely independently.

There are those who scrupulously live their personal lives, but nevertheless are responsible for some of the worst oppression, brutality and crimes against humanity. On the other hand, we have what Morris Dickstein describes here as the "killers" artists and public figures who's keen outward humanism went unmatched in private life.

That humans have the capacity for both is far more marvelous to me than if we were simply 1-dimensional distillations of our most obvious traits.

I'd imagine a man of constant moral perfection would live a very lonely and tormented life. He would be unable to take part in human society.