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“I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life--that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness--provided a person doesn't ask much of life. I want everything of life, I do; and I want it now! I want it total, complete: otherwise I reject it! I will not be moderate. I will not be satisfied with the bit of cake you offer me if I promise to be a good little girl. I want to be sure of everything this very day; sure that everything will be as beautiful as when I was a little girl. If not, I want to die!”

Quote by Jean Anouilh

Work

Antigone

This renowned work explores themes of justice, morality, and the conflict between individual conscience and the state. It tells the story of Antigone, who defies the king's decree and buries her brother, leading to a series of tragic events. more

Author

Jean Anouilh
Jean Anouilh

Jean Anouilh, a French dramatist, was born on June 23, 1910, and passed away on October 3, 1987. His works are characterized by profound philosophical thoughts and unique dramatic style, making him one of the most important representatives of French theater in the 20th century. more

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