TOULOUSE
A small but not insignificant detail: beyond the apparent incongruity of his sudden appearance, he is, in all likelihood, the owner of a gas cylinder. What follows is a bewildering confrontation in which, with his air of a roguish seducer with a penchant for tall tales, he spends an hour trying to share with the audience his vision of the destruction of the world in general… and of the theatre in particular.
