...the powerful fresco-like scene from the movie Jeux Interdits, the scene where the son of the farmer couple dies after having been kicked by a horse, and the family gathers around his bed and Paulette also sneaks closer and the music begins to play.

I have that movie, of course, but I don't know if I will ever watch it again. I watched it a thousand times when I was drunk, the same way I listened to Cleopatra's songs.

And my avatar picture at VoA is still Paulette's picture -- she is caressinng a dead chicken that is still warm -- and it continues to be my avatar.