Paul Boccaccio

I met Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz five or six years before the Second World War. I was then a student, and Witkiewicz sometimes dropped by as a guest to the seminars given by the Philosophy Department of Warsaw University. I knew his two novels and some of his plays that had been published in magazines or […]

ESTELLE: Anyhow, you must remember. You must have had reasons for acting as you did. GARCIN: I had. ESTELLE: Well? GARCIN: But were they the real reasons? ESTELLE You’ve a twisted mind, that’s your trouble. Plaguing yourself over such trifles! GARCIN: I’d thought it all out, and I wanted to make a stand. But was […]