For the author of this notebook, born in Barcelona in 1965 and a university professor for twenty years, one day or another the time of melancholy will come. Meanwhile, he protects himself against it by proposing a diatribe against those who read the transformations of the present in a depressive key. But neither humanistic culture is bankrupt, nor has European literature lost its way, nor have the conditions of possibility of a high culture worsened since we drowned in the Internet or moved by AVE. That is why it is a pamphlet: because, despite the reasons for concern, the author is still stimulated by the joy of plurality and multiplication, and finds many more reasons for future fertility, without seeing dark clouds of poverty on the horizon. darker than usual. What he does see are superficial motivations for intellectual bewilderment.