It was the man the less for the imperfect. I greet him with infinite sadness at the departure of my comrade of the Academy, Jean-Loup Dabadie, the charm of his unforgettable smile, his warmth as a southern Paris, his presence so attentive – it was a grace of entering in the circle of his friendship. Generosity, humor, elegance, and affection, were not vain words for himself.
This very good student had been admitted to the summer of his 18 years as an intern to the NPT of Jean Vilar. He will keep the idea that the stage reflects life, but it can also reshuffle the cards. Novelist...
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