spontaneously crying

i've been obsessed with this film for 12 years and continue to be as moved by this scene today as the very first time i saw it in a cinema in london's west end. back then, the whole row quaked and shuddered to the sound of not-so-silent wailing. my friend puffy next to me recoiled in embarassment. today, alarmed colleagues turned round fearing it was the government crisis that had prompted the hysterics. no, i say ``it's the sounds of kristin scott thomas's voices as she dies alone in the cave of swimmers and something about a world without maps.''