Once a passionate pupil of the violin in City Soleil, had now become a downcast boy with a big cap who no longer had interest in playing. Water on the brain was causing his head to grow bigger day after day. "If it's okay," I asked guardedly, "could you play once more for me, Luxon?" I had a sudden feeling that we only had little moment left together. With his eyes closed, the boy played his tune just in time to meet a ray of light.