Emery ridicules the failures of "the academic-artistic-and-punditry industrial complex" in the following conclusions:
One is that they were perhaps not as good as they thought they were, and perhaps deserved to be not that much listened to. Another is that the people who shine in the faculty lounge ought to stay in it, that novelists have not been good judges of political horseflesh, and that if you really believe you belong to an aristocracy of the intellect, you most likely do not.Finally she writes their epitaph:
They wanted their chance, and they got it. They had it. They blew it. They’re done.Absolutely serious, Emery leaves out "put a fork in them" before declaring them "done." With luck we will wait another 88 years before dealing with the next ineffectual Woodrow Wilson clone.