"As we were talking, I briefly thought about
how we must have looked to people passing by. Here we
are, these two little bearded anarchists, plotting and
planning the next steps. And, of course, Richard is
plucking the knots from his hair and dropping them in
the soup and behaving in his usual way. Anybody
listening in on our conversation would have thought we
were crazy, but I knew: I knew the revolution's right
here at this table. This is what's making it happen.
And this man is the person making it happen."
Moglen says that moment, more than any other, drove
home the elemental simplicity of the Stallman style.
"It was funny," recalls Moglen. "I said to him,
`Richard, you know, you and I are the two guys who
didn't make any money out of this revolution.' And then
I paid for the lunch, because I knew he didn't have the
money to pay for it .'" Endnote
Epilogue:
Crushing Loneliness Writing the biography of a living
person is a bit like producing a play. The drama in
front of the curtain often pales in comparison to the
drama backstage.
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