Imagine if Thoreau had been able to
put his journal up on the Internet, and
hear back from
a coterie of steadfast readers. He would have been a cult writer.
I'm
a cult writer. My cult is small, but so would his have been,
I suspect. So would
Emily Dickinson's. On the necessity of
vocational disobedience. What did she
need to get married for?
Most people want to rise through the ranks, like a good
Hessian.
Not repent of their good behavior. What demon possesses them, that they
behave so well! Like the Gadarene swine on a suicide mission.
Wake up! To
arms, citizens! We're like the French peasants before
the French revolution.
They have no bread, let them eat cake.