As long as I live under the capitalistic system, I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp.
This, sir, is my resignation.
Who knew William Faulkner could be so damn brief? In a three-sentence resignation letter, he produces a lucid analysis of capitalism, bemoans the plight of the modern worker, and terminates his employment as postmaster for the University of Mississippi. Southerners, especially the drunk variety, have always struggled to march to beat of the Man’s drum. It appears Mr. Faulkner was no exception. — Graham Rogers
