He is depressing to verify how pisotea pragmatism very ruthlessly the last vestiges of the ancient and subtle art of the good conversation. He gives displeasure to confront that cruel reality that evidence that those privileged beings who made of their pair it a brilliant and delicious existential office, are today little less than beings in imprisoned extinction of the obtuse darts of the modernismo. And, what is what it happens. Simply that the people in their obsessive eagerness to produce, with that extreme practical sense that only persecutes the useful aims of the things, are displaced to the quarter of San Alejo of their preferences that ritual that before enriched the spirits and fortified the arms of the social relation. Several factors explain this state of things.
In first term, it is a problem of time availability, given the present conditions of labor days, extra hours, time that are spent in transport, simultaneous multiplicity of offices, studies, etc.; all we know that to maintain " level socially aceptable" of life it requires a effort great that monopolizes the hours most of, consumes the energies and diminishes the vocation and the will for any type of intellectual, emotional, artistic or affective production. Parallel to the previous thing, but not necessarily besides him, is that permanent tension, that daily stress that causes that our balance is in a permanent affair, which attempts against any pretension of internal stability. And to who happens itself to him to think that in such state of mental chaos it is possible to be tried to be cultor of the art to talk off guard and animatedly! In addition, we are permanent deposit takers of anguish noncanalized since, although we do not recognize it, the economic-social marathon in which we struggled turns to us slow and inexorably in retaining of fatigue, impiedad and resentment. Any possibility of affability and spontaneity is, therefore, vitiated.