he contracted the evangelist’s curse. No matter how many cheers he received or how many tear-streaked faces assured him that lives were transformed, tomorrow’s newspaper still read pretty much like today’s. Segregation remained in place. People listened wholeheartedly but did nothing, and King himself was surer of what they should think than what they should do. Under these conditions, oratory grew upon him like a narcotic. He needed more and more of it because he enjoyed the experience, yet was progressively dissatisfied with the results.
