This is a philosophical satire to be reckoned with, both for its own intrinsic power and as a profound symptom of our time.” -- Literary Weekly Supplement

Toussaint has become so entranced by reading that he is determined to become a philosopher himself. His reading exploits blossom in all sorts of wonderful ways. While monomaniacal Toussaint’s fancy often leads him astray— into the boxing ring, imagining he can think his way through a shellacking — he becomes like a bee who has accumulated too much honey and now wants to share his pearls of wisdom.