I dont like most literature, the people who write it nor the people who read it. The guy who said one’s best friend is a book was an idiot with no social life. Frankly people, especially now, who read and write, do so for the praise and the social status. Just like money is the indicator for the rich, art has become the indicator of the literate and the intellectual. And like most indicators, this indicator give false positives, more so than the usual. To find a true intellectual you ll have to go to such depths in a person’s thoughts that you ‘ll find an intellectual in even the dumbest person you might know, Everyone is an intellectual, literally. Thus there is NO litmus test for it in reality. But the social norms and what not need one, otherwise the fake people would actually have to do the grunt work for actually being the intellectual. Which obviously they dont want to. They want that label as a commodity, much like everything else in the consumer society of today. In essence our society taints everything good, turns into a joke while trying to make it more “accessible”. We have tainted courage, brilliance, beauty, strength, perseverance and all that was great about this world.
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
The one great pleasure of ignoble days,
Fame without name and glory without gossip,
Whom no biographer befouls with praise.
They shall not storm the last unfallen fortress,
The lonely castle where uncowed and free,
Dwells the unknown and undefeated warrior
That did alone defeat Publicity.
We really need more unsung heroes, intellectuals and the beautiful people, untainted and uncorrupted.