It was like the Foreign Legion, where no one knows your true identity. Even Etienne Decroux, who began to teach him the art of mime in 1944, did not learn of Marcel's Jewish origins until after the war. Marceau responds elliptically. The tragedy of the world is this obsession with race. I believe that man transmits life to others, through a book, a painting, even a theatre performance.
Deity is in man.
Marceau's father died at Auschwitz, but he seems reluctant to talk about him. Of course my father was my father, but you have to cry about humanity. Hitler was responsible for the deaths of 55 million people, and wars continue. If I go back to my father I am a selfish man, and I'm saying that he was more important than the others. Nor does he wish to discuss his two ex-wives and four children.