The Consul still didn’t see his Elizabethan plays. Yet there was everything else, from Les joyeuses bourgeoises de Windsor to Agrippa d’Aubigné and Collin d’Harleville, from Shelley to Touchard—Lafosse and Tristan l’Hermite. Beaucoup de bruit pour rien! Might a soul bathe there or quench its draught? It might. Yet in none of these books would one find one’s own suffering.
