From The Harvard Lampoon Big Book of College Life, pp. 126-7 (big h/t to Brad DeLong for having this transcribed and available, and to Blue Gal whose memory and sensibilities are without peer):
Pet Peeves: Arbitrarily pick one well-respected poet... and wage a personal vendetta against him. Whenever his work is mentioned, hurl your drink against the wall and scream, "The man's a fraud! A complete fake!" Should anyone have the temerity to challenge your opinion, smile condescendingly and say, "Oh, come on now. You just go back and reread one of his so-called poems. It's obvious!" You can establish a reputation and a cachet in this way. It is better to be known on the cocktail circuit as "the one who loathes Dryden" than as "the one who drinks too much."So Andrew Sullivan has been gone from the blogosphere for awhile now. Retired on his own terms to go to Innisfree and a small cabin there of clay and wattles made, or to reread Graham Chapman's biography in the original Dutch, or to smoke a lot of pot and watch every episode of South Park or whatever.
He left the game to get away from the crazy.
The flaw in that plan is that you can't run away from the crazy when you are the crazy.
To inch a little closer to sanity, maybe what Mr. Sullivan needed most wasn't nine bean rows, a hive for the honey bee, and a life alone in the bee-loud glade but instead a mob of helpful individuals pounding his ass every day in public every time he posted stupid shit, (See "Stupid Shit Andrew Sullivan Says").
Or maybe he needed his blog to let the crazy out slowly, like the helium leaking out of a birthday balloon, rather than explosively, like hydrogen out of the Hindenburg (h/t Karoli at Crooks & Liars):
Or maybe, and most likely, Andrew Sullivan requires an audience but ultimately has nothing left to say that anyone wants to hear. Which is why he is working hard to establish his reputation as the "the one who loathes Hillary" rather than as "that pissy narcissist who needs the limelight."