If the drama of the journalist who spends his life carrying the frustrated dream of doing literature is legitimized by repetition, it should be noted that, in most cases, this dream is just an idyllic image, like any other, conceived without reflection. The frustrated journalist never reflects on what journalism offers him and what literature can hardly match. First of all, a salary; then recognition and reputation. If we analyze it carefully, these are things without which any journalist could only imagine working in a nightmare. Even the worst journalist receives a salary and enjoys some prestige, has an audience that listens to him and reads him. In a scenario without any of this, would he still make literature? Of course not. So the alleged drama is always more fanciful than real.