A high brow Paris lawyer. A vain do good-er in the extreme. Smug.
A traffic argument leaves him in an embarrassed shock. Someone of his profession and verbal agility is wronged in public. And the public agrees. Outrage at there being no one to defend him, to support him; our lawyer recedes into a more normal though imperfect life and being.
The public’s perception of him does not meet the purity of his own.
It is a defeat. A grand fall.
What is this life but reading in the park on a Saturday midday.