This one aims at you from the barrel whose wick he lit with his cigar.In his expression, which I wanted to be difficult to grasp, the morgue and the tragedy of a face worked by life, Spanish "grandness" and the madness of Russian roulette, cruel irony and "Ode to joy" of Beethoven, whose title he appropriates. He challenges us from the depht of his disillusioned being and declares war on us. By confronting us with death, he wants to confront us with ourselves.
Are we afraid or sorry for him? ...