The inner courtyard of a palace of the early century, a quiet place. A boy passes whole afternoons, on the dancing, to correct a novel that he will never publish to publish, to read and follow the curious movements of cats. Then one day, on a nice gray car, in the company of her husband, Vespa comes, "the unfunctable portrait of the splendor", which has the most irrepressible eyes that he has ever seen. In a short time the two become lovers. He is not the only one, though. And soon the woman gets tired of him. The passion that had shocked that calm only apparent becomes morbid and feds concerning and neurosis revealing whose elements is made, at the bottom of the material of desire and where it can bring, without having almost cognition, its unpredictable logic, admitted that it exists a.