That's precisely the effect Zelazny described with such poignancy. Its metaphysical meaning goes right over the head of those who are stuck with their feet in the swamp. No shame, it would catch anyone of us. The rest is merely saved by not having the funds to participate on a competitive level, in our concrete example. My like was for finding community in knowing the great author. One darker possibilty remains unexplored, that this damaging silence is not exactly self-inflicted. Who the hell knows.