Today is a good day to celebrate Molière. First because it’s the 400e anniversary of his baptism (his date of birth being unknown to date). But it happens that we celebrate Saint Macrina the Elder. Macrina! Don’t you think it’s a first name to be found in a play by Molière, with Dorine, Uranie or Elmire? In addition, Macrine, frankly, it’s a bit like Macron in the feminine, doesn’t it? Molière, I’m sure, would have loved it. And precisely, about surnames and first names, one thing intrigues me: we say, about Racine and Corneille, the two illustrious contemporaries of Molière, to qualify their style or their universe, “racinian” and “Cornelian”. . But we don’t say “molierian”. We say “Molieresque”. While no one says “rootsque” or “crowsque”. It comes back to me, suddenly, that we also say, about Charlie Chaplin, “Chaplinesque”. As for Molière. Racinian and Cornelian, it’s noble, it’s as beautiful as the antique, it’s tragedy, sir. Moliéresque and Chaplinesque, it’s farcesque, it’s the right way to qualify two funny people, two comedians. Except that Molière and Chaplin knew how to show and denounce the other side of the splendor of the Grand Siècle and the other side of the American dream. It pleases me that, unless I am mistaken, Chaplin is the only one, to date, to have been authorized to sit on Molière’s armchair, piously preserved at the Comédie-Française. The comedians greet you well.