School for Wives

I just finished reading Molière’s play L’école des femmes (The School for Wives.)  Written in 1662, it is nearly two thousands lines of rhyming couplets, written in archaic French.  Kind of the French equivalent of Shakespearean English, only harder. 

In other words, what was I thinking?

Well, my friend Sylvie gave it to me because she thought I would enjoy it.  And it was funny.  Plus it gave my dictionary a good workout.

I guess the main advantage is that now I can say things at cocktail parties like, “Well you know, old sport, Molière is much funnier in the original French” while I puff on my pipe.

In other words, what was I thinking?

KVS