it seemed as if I were meeting the same person six different times, a person who’d retreated from some larger life to gain a voice in a smaller one, traded in the big ideas for a sense of diminished achievement. they combated globalization by drinking free-trade coffee, rescued the environment one energy-saving lightbulb at a time. call it what you want—paring down, going local, dropping out—but I could never shake the feeling that such peace of mind came at the price of significance
— david goodwillie’s american subversive.