On the night of January 5, 1937, in Neuilly, Jean-Baptiste Botul, the increasingly well-known and surprising philosopher of oral tradition who died in 1947, gets into his taxi, with which he earned his living at that time, to a young customer who orders Cours D'sir! Wrong address where there are, since it goes from the name of an educational institution for young ladies that was named like that to an obvious insinuation: run desire! The night they spent together will be worth Botul appearing for his defense before the professional court of Parisian taxi drivers.

In his speech, Botul compares himself to Nietzsche, tragically in love with Lou Andreas-Salomé, victim of the midday demon according to his interpretation. The detailed account that she makes of this encounter and its effects on each of those involved in it serves as a testimony to her that the Superman is not worth much compared to the Superwoman. For Lou, in Botul's terms, was more than a woman. A relative of Lilith, Lulu and Lolita, he embodies female sexuality. A complete demon.

Miraculously transcribed, this brilliant speech of delicious reading, seasoned with the finest sense of humor, confirms the posthumous glory of Jean-Baptiste Botul as the greatest thinker of the 20th century oral tradition, established by his mentor Frédéric Pagás and with the invaluable promotion of Bernard-Henri Lévy, only grow.