The little man has an interesting relationship to the man of thought, the discoverer, the 'genius'. Here are some quotes (from the Ralph Manheim translation, italics are in the original):
But if you merely kept away and refrained from helping him, the discoverer wouldn't be unhappy on your account. He does all this because he is driven by his own functional aliveness. He leaves it to the party leaders and clergymen to minster to you and take care of you and pity you. He thinks it's high time you learned to take care of yourself.
But you don't content yourself with not helping; you harass him and spit at him.
...
Happiness wants to be worked for and earned. But you merely want to consume happiness. It runs away because it doesn't want to be consumed by you.
...
In the meantime, the discoverer has managed to convince a good many people that his discovery has practical value, that if offers a possibility of understanding certain psychic disorders, or of lifting a weight, or blasting rock, or healing tumors, or seeing through opaque matter with the help of rays. You don't believe it until you see it in the paper, because you don't trust your own eyes and intelligence. When the discovery appears in the papers, you come running. Suddenly, the discoverer, whom only a short while before you were denigrating as a charlatan, pornographer, faker, and menace to public morality, becomes a "genius". You don't know what a genius is, little man. Any more than you know what a "Jew" or "truth" is.
...
Genius is the trade mark you paste on your products when you put them up for sale. If the discoverer (who only a little while ago was a "sex fiend" or a "psychotic") turns out to be a "genius", you will be in more of a hurry to consume the happiness he has brought into the world. In fact, you will gobble it up, because millions of little men will come out and shout "Genius, genius" in chorus with you.
...
You do nothing to develop the great discovery in the right direction. You take it over mechanically, heedlessly, greedily, stupidly. You fail to see its possibilities or limits. You are too short on feeling for life to see the possibilities and at the same time you overstep the limits.
...
I know, I know, you want your "geniuses" and you're ready to honor them. But you want nice geniuses, well-behaved, moderate geniuses with no nonsense about them, and not the untamed variety who break through al barriers and limitations. You want a limited, cropped and clipped genius you can parade through the streets of your cities without embarrassment.
...
I don't say this to scoff at you, I say it because I'm your friend, even if you tend to kill your friends when they tell you the truth.