Who is Jean Giraudoux

Hippolyte Jean Giraudoux (French: [ʒiʁodu]; 29 October 1882 – 31 January 1944) was a French novelist, essayist, diplomat and playwright. He is considered among the most important French dramatists of the period between World War I and World War II. His work is noted for its stylistic elegance and poetic fantasy. Giraudoux's dominant theme is the relationship between man and woman—or in some cases, between man and some unattainable ideal.

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Giraudoux was born in Bellac, Haute-Vienne, where his father, Léger Giraudoux, worked for the Ministry of Transport. Giraudoux studied at the Lycée Lakanal in Sceaux and upon graduation traveled extensively in Europe. After his return to France in 1910, he accepted a position with the Ministry of Foreign Affair...
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Ltd62770: the flower is the poetry of reproduction. it is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.,jean giraudoux,life, flower, poetry ,
Ceejaay1800: “i’m not afraid of death, it’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life” -jean giraudoux
Priyankit_o: major missing priyankit only the mediocre are always at their best. jean giraudoux
Himanshucsharma: “only the mediocre are always at their best.”-jean giraudoux
Fulforcforensic: excited tosee tonight! based on the madwoman of chaillot by jean giraudoux, the countess is an eccentric woman struggling against authority figures in her life w the help of her equally kooky friends. written in 1943; 80 years later it still resonates for this aging idealist.
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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