They sit around and growl and rush the growler--I hope
you know growler-rushing--and rejoice that they're free spirits.
Being Free, of course, they're not allowed to go and play with
nice people, for when a person is Free, you know, he is never
free to be anything but Free. That may seem confusing, but they
understand it at Olympia's.
"Of course there's different sorts of intellectuals, and each
cult despises all the others. Mostly, each cult consists of one
person, but sometimes there's two--a talker and an audience--or
even three. For instance, you may be a militant and a
vegetarian, but if some one is a militant and has a good figure,
why then--oof!... That's what I mean by `Interesting People.'
I loathe them! So, of course, being one of them, I go from one
bunch to another, and, upon my honor, every single time I think
that the new bunch _is_ interesting!"
Then she smoked in gloomy silence, while Mr. Wrenn remarked,
after some mental labor, "I guess they're like cattlemen--the
cattle-ier they are, the more romantic they look, and then when
you get to know them the chief trouble with them is that they're
cattlemen.
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