The best works of art make their way to the commons and the public bars. So while you nibble and gnaw on indigestible piles of useless fluff — who in the world carries all that is valuable in your discipline to share it out among the people?
Would you leave that sort of work to chemists and physicians?
How dare you sit in your tower, putting on airs like some didactic gnome — as if anyone near enough to hear you has anything to gain from your discourses!
Are you so right-headed?
Why then get up, and learn to have an ordinary conversation. If you’re too unaccustomed to the practice, for all your mercury and foam, why don’t you train some of your students to the purpose? Most of them are confused and intimidated by you, and easily led one way or another.
Or don’t you know your grand presumption is pinned down at the corners with snickers and chortling?
Is that the most we can do to speak order into the world?
The Cabbage Farm 