It was weeks ago that I wrote about being given the part of the Dame in the local pantomime show. The rehearsals for that seemed to be endless, culminating in four very successful and well attended performances. All who took part felt that after so much work had gone into bringing the whole thing together that four performances seemed far too few. It was not only myself that felt empty after the last show, everyone who had taken part had that feeling of ‘What do we do now?’ I should not have been too concerned, however. No sooner had I removed the greasepaint from my face than I was persuaded to attend a reading for the group’s next production, Tartuffe by Molière. What a difference in dialogue!
The last time I read anything by Molière was for O Level exams over fifty years ago. Fortunately, for this production the text will be an English translation. Even so, the play is rather ‘wordy’ and I shall have to work hard to learn my part for the April performances, and my short term memory at my age is no longer what it was. Nevertheless, the sheer enjoyment I shall get in performing this will be a huge departure from the terror that faced me when I sat that French literature exam all those years ago.
‘Le scandale du monde est ce qui fait l’offense,
Et ce n’est pas pécher que pécher en silence.’
To create a public scandal is what’s wicked;
To sin in private is not a sin.