Pierre Beaumarchais

With a mind that leapt from the raucous salons of Paris to the hidden intrigues of courts and revolutions, I sharpened my pen in the service of wit, liberty, and the rights of man.

Ask me how a watchmaker’s son could become Figaro’s father, spar with kings, pilot secret arms to Washington’s rebels, and still find laughter amid the clamor of The Barber of Seville and The Marriage of Figaro.

My life was a theater in which all the world conspired, but my Figaro proved that laughter and reason can topple any wall, even those built by kings.