What does the solitary intelligent person do, seeing that fools are always loved and always have plenty of friends?

 What does the solitary and intelligent person do, seeing that fools are always loved and always have plenty of friends? Regard all relationships as rotten at the root, worship loneliness as the price of reality and originality, and never let go of it for anyone. And what happens when they are constantly subjected everywhere to having every single word they say labeled as “arrogance” or else “corrected” by others? They begin to harbor a fundamental distrust of expression, may come to see speaking itself as a form of weakness, and may even develop a reflex of persistently refusing to say how and why this is so—rightly so.