Roman Jakobson rejected the idea of a language spoken by a single person as a "perverse fiction". Idiolect was a kind of loner language prowling on the outskirts of communication. Now, it seems, the entire world has become idiolectal, speaking to no one, since communication now communicates nothing but itself. The world has no worse enemy than the one it has become. Henceforth, all it asks for, all we desire, is to dissolve in communication.
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