Reminds me a alot of Chekhov's The Seagull...
maybe cuz I'm fresh out of conservatory traning :)
The way Baptiste loses his wits in front of Garance is very much like Kostya Trepelev's breakdown when he brings the seagull to Nina's feet. The pain of unrequited love and what it drives us to do, especially in those vain and pleading attempts in the faces of those whom we long for... you may laugh at yourself now, but remember that you once read poetry to profess your undying love to some young girl, or boy...
anyone else see that?