The stage play is a trial, not a deed of violence. The soul is opened, like the combination of a safe, by means of a word. You don't require an acetylene torch.
Jean GiraudouxI remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays itโs no good being a cabbage โ unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.
Jean Giraudoux