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By Jean Giraudoux
This is a most un-English play:
a dialogue on one subject, and that a subject for which the
Anglo-Saxon generally stipulates the small hours and an alcoholic intake
to release the words. But
here the Frenchman (or woman) duels it out in broad daylight on the café
terrace with elegance, sophistication, and witty moral insight.
It is a tactile, sensual play, not exactly realistic, but
treating it’s subject with immense realism, and it is rendered into
the most sensuous English by Christopher Fry.
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