A man, a business executive, whose only known weakness is excessive reading (and maybe a rather cold attitude) is suddenly suspended, following a complaint from one of his colleagues for mental harassment and physical violence. Feigning indifference at first, the man goes off without a word but, overcome with rage, he decides to abandon everything and from then on, wanders aimlessly through the countryside. Until one day, he comes across the inert and wounded body of a woman lying on the side of a deserted country road. Who is this woman? What is her story? Why has she fallen down there? And why is Arthur Rimbaud's Cahier de Douai "resting" on the ground beside her? Alternately indifferent, hesitant, sheepish, the man is finally going to make a choice: help her up in his own way, with his own words... And his tenderness too...