One day in about 1820, so the story goes, a peasant appeared at the Bibliothèque Nationale with a cart drawn by a mule. In the cart, he said, were 'tous les papiers de Molière' and they were for sale. But the Library was closed and the concierge told him to come back another day. He never did and 'Molière's papers' were doubtless offloaded as wrapping for fish and onions for the grocers of Paris.

LRB 5 April 2001 | PDF Download