Seeing Shakespeare in Paris had always been an exotic event for a young man in Restoration France. The actors were often foreign, the language required that even those with a good grasp of English follow carefully, and the performances usually had an intensity rarely seen in domestic productions. An evening of Shakespeare meant something altogether different than one spent at the Comedie-Francaise - and that was what Combeferre had liked about it.
All of which was to say that he had expected something unusual.
But perhaps not quite that unusual. The Prince of Denmark in rags, a literal madman? Was it only Combeferre's relative unfamiliarity with a variety of productions - his Frenchness - that made it seem so strange? He had been half afraid to comment, as though doing so might reveal something about himself that he would rather not. And so when Sybil spoke, he almost laughed with relief. "You found it baffling as well? Oh, thank goodness. That was... quite unexpected."
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Date: 2013-10-28 02:25 am (UTC)All of which was to say that he had expected something unusual.
But perhaps not quite that unusual. The Prince of Denmark in rags, a literal madman? Was it only Combeferre's relative unfamiliarity with a variety of productions - his Frenchness - that made it seem so strange? He had been half afraid to comment, as though doing so might reveal something about himself that he would rather not. And so when Sybil spoke, he almost laughed with relief. "You found it baffling as well? Oh, thank goodness. That was... quite unexpected."