This handwritten Digger draft is a remarkable attack on underground success itself, addressed to a publication that is being warned against becoming merely another marketable voice of the “now.” The letter sends “best wishes for failure,” because success—more printings, more advertisers, more color, more money per column inch—would only mean joining the same merchandising system as NBC, CBS, Life, Time, Look, the Oracle, and other media forms that package a world-view for sale. Its central argument is pure Digger: anyone who claims to sell the truth becomes a “false-poet,” and psychedelic merchants are still merchants, however liberated their costume or language may appear. Against the profit frame, with its necessary twin of loss, the Diggers offer Free as something without perimeter, embodied in Communication Company broadsides printed and handed out freely in the street as “life acts of free men.” | 
