Antigone By M. Jean Anouilh
"What kind of happiness do you foresee for me, Creon? Paint me the picture of your happy Antigone. What are the unimportant little sins that I shall have to commit before I am allowed to sink my teeth into life and tear happiness from it? Tell me: to whom shall I have to lie? Upon whom shall I have to fawn? To whom must I sell myself? Who do you want me to leave dying, while I turn away my eyes? I spit on your idea of 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 too much of life. If life must be a thing of fear, and lying, and compromise; if life cannot be free and incorruptible - then Creon, I choose death!" -Antigone
If it's this good in English, I can only imagine it in French.
If it's this good in English, I can only imagine it in French.