Confined with his wife in his vast apartment with terrace and spectacular view on the parisian roofs, the writer, art historian and collector Louis-Antoine Prat knows that there is little to complain about. It remains to him, o miracle, some cigars that he has quit looking at the sky. And it has, to pass the time, thousands of books : art books from his immense library, but also the novels stored in its two cellars concreted where it goes down every day to draw something to entertain… So it is laughing, of himself and of this strange situation, that the man…
