I’ve never earned a penny for making a public speech—but
presumably they weren’t altogether free. I spoke as a representative of
institutions that thought they benefited from any kind of positive “exposure”
to the public; I was merely the instrument of delivering that exposure. There
was also the personal “honorarium” consisting of basking in the attention of
mostly strangers for twenty minutes or so; and there was, of course, the
intangible value of that sometimes rather perfunctory applause.
We live in a world of intangible concepts. What is “exposure,”
for instance. It isn’t something one can deposit. How does one “profit” from “publicity”?
The profit isn’t measurable; it’s in the same category as the weight of my
soul. And what exactly does “honor” mean? Since honor also belongs to an
immaterial category, the “honorarium” should be in the same class; it should
be praise, never a check. Too rudely physical that. Praise is just words—not
deeds. And when crass words turn into crass deeds, or when honor turns into
fungible honoraria, we’ve crossed some kind of invisible barrier between order
and disorder—whatever those intangible concepts mean.
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