This play is concerned with the trials and tribulations of Monsieur Godot. I suppose I should warn you right now that the title of this play, Confessions of a Parisian Nymphomaniac , has nothing to do with Monsieur Godot. Yes, yes darling. He lives just across the street. It doesn't matter if it is a masterpiece.
People have to be seduced into seeing masterpieces.
It's certainly true that I've had more love affairs than I can remember. That was in the summer of '43. He was a sculptor named Aristide. She goes to 'window,' listens and then resumes work. Victor says I'm deviating from the script.