Apparently the love that dare not speak its name in French society is to fuck a homely woman. It was hyper ludicrous, arrogant and yet, a funny take on adultery and all its bewildering highs and lows. So what if she was quite mouche?
'les passions les plus incenderes sont les plus ephemeres.'
Would it be possible, if cloning were permitted and everyone could genetically program their little girls to look like the ravissante Carole Bouquet, that she, too, would become ordinaire?
