Once again, we see a fatal  voiture  crash, which now is assuredly an image of our movie-future. This is the crash that killed the  mort  wife of Zoltan  Abbassid . Notice the cooling grill. It was while staring at such a grill on the  devant  of a ruined Peugeot, touring through France during the Great War, that  Abbassid  had the idea to build an  aluminium   peigne  for his  ruches . sadly, this odd moment of enlightened and somewhat random modernism has become the very image of his own future destruction, through a strange displaced revenge by his first wife (yet to be revealed, and when reveal, always opaque) who died through no fault of his (or her) own... but still has bad thoughts, which she will soon follow with bad actions.     C'était l'épouse morte de Zoltan Abbassid. Elle appelait de la lune.