Pundits

From The Pilgrim's Regress by C.S. Lewis

But I must think it one or the other!

By my father's soul, you must not--until you have some evidence. Can you not remain in doubt?

I don't know that I have ever tried.

You must learn to, if you are to come far with me. It is not hard to do it. In Eschropolis, indeed, it is impossible, for the people who live there have to give an opinion once a week or once a day, or else Mr. Mammon would soon cut off their food. But out here in the country you can walk all day and all the next day with an unanswered question in your head: you need never speak until you have made up your mind.

Every day the newspaper has commentators in the opinion section, cycling around the same ones each week. Every week each one has to write something profound, or at least provocative, that fills a specified number of column inches.

Out here in blogland, there's no editor counting words (or correcting typos), but there's a similar pressure to come up with something to say: preferably several times a day. Profundity is just as rare as in the newspapers, though.