ABSTRACT
To profess an intellectual life—as journalist, publisher, writer, professor, or simply as lover of ideas—is a rather sacred undertaking. Honesty, presumably, becomes more important than ambition. One speaks, or tries to speak, for truth, judgment, method, taste. One makes oneself vulnerable, like clergymen, to charges of malfeasance or betrayal. Anti-intellectualism is the anticlericalism of the modern age.
