The way literature is going here and almost everywhere these days, no better candidate could be chosen for the Honorary Prize for Catalan Literature than Pere Lluís Font, man liberal, prudent and wise, as it is said of the Count of Almaviva at Marriage of Figaro, by Mozart. It's not that in other competitions the prize was awarded to some Cherubino, who is a mischievous young man who has yet to do anything notable. It's not that: the prize has gone to a man who has worked his entire life to ennoble the philosophical landscape in Catalonia: Catalan philosophy It cannot be said that we have had, nor would it be understood, just as it is not understood that there could be Catalan mathematics. Not everything can carry that adjective, and that is what the prestige of the homeland ultimately consists of.