In our times, the market of politics, or the market politics, generates a new neo-language that runs rampant in our lives, disrupting our senses. Is this nonsense a game? Have we become so accustomed to its euphemisms that we cease to perceive them as such? Of course, when it comes to playing games, we all know. We have learned from our chosen masters. The advantage of reading the classics is that their words and forms are already different, collisions with our present are inevitable. How can we not pay homage to them?
