Who’s the platypus now?

I’m reading Kant and the Platypus, and I realize I’ve never shared a conversation I had in 2010 in Louisville with Marcel Danesi, who was standing in line behind me at the hotel’s Starbucks, and was drawn to my Italian name on my name tag like a bear to honey.

Danesi: “So, did you study with Umberto?”    
Me: “I took a class with him in my third year. However, I’m a structuralist.”    
Danesi (with a mixture of resignation and mockery): “Oh, so is he.”