Frost isn't exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.

One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.

You have enough people against you... be for yourself.

One is constantly trying to figure out what came together in one's childhood. Lots of people spend significant portions of their lives in therapy - especially in the States - trying to work out who they are. I'm certain there is a little of that in the business of writing. That would explain why certain images and themes recur.

If enough people would come out the right wing, the extremists couldn't dominate.

As adults, we do know more, but we don't know enough. People can be very unthinkingly callous.