This is an elegant and burlesque philosophic comedy about the philosopher Diderot who lived in the 17th century; it is about moral and eroticism. Schmitt easily brings us along for a very eventful day in the life of Diderot. In the hunting pavilion of the baron, Diderot is modeling half-naked for the female portrait painter (and the impostor) Madame Therbouche. This day, philosophy is the last thing he wants to concern himself with in the company of the charming and playful woman. However, the love games are disturbed by his secretary bringing wearisome news: Rousseau, who was expected to write an article in “The Moral” for the Encyclopaedia (which Diderot is the editor of), has surprisingly declined, so Diderot has to write the article himself. And how can you write about morals when you are in the process of doing something immoral yourself? His attempt to formulate the concept is more or less voluntarily interrupted by daughters, wives and others who constantly disrupt his work. This is a lovely play about life, lust and eroticism.
