Smoking kills, it seems. But live too, right? So why bother? Because it's time for self-hygiene, for the cleanliness of the soul, for the immaculate body. Never mind, the narrator decides to quit smoking: he wants to grow old without coughing. But it is not easy to get rid of a practice that has become second nature. Especially when you like to justify your choices, to understand them: and here is our contemporary anti-hero stopped, pensive, in the middle of the wisps of smoke, on the concept of the last cigarette. Refusing to impose tyrannical imperatives on himself, preferring to let nature take its course, he relies on his alert thinking to wander, from last cigarettes to last cigarettes, on the reasons for his addiction, and ponder this dangerous and so human game consisting in reproducing a little vice from day to day, telling yourself that you are not really its slave. The others smoke, while you take one last cigarette several times a day...