Some complain that contemporary literature lacks life, and that it resembles a castle of empty words and ideas. Well, that is the practical and predictable result of Saussure’s idea, according to which the meaning of a word is nothing more than the difference between it and all the others. I myself, when I think a little about this modern linguistics, feel that I am slowly ceasing to be a man and turning into a word. With such advances in this new science, I imagine that, after a graduate degree in linguistics, a subject should already be able to see his name instead of his face in a mirror. There is nothing surprising about this.