“Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.”

Quoted in the memoirs of Jean-Louis Barrault, The Grenier des Grands-Augustins, pt. 2, Memories for Tomorrow (1972, trans. 1974).

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French-Occitanian poet, playwright, actor and theatre direc… 1896–1948

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