Once the good man was dead, one wore his hat and another his sword as he had worn them, a third had himself barbered as he had, a fourth walked as he did, but the honest man that he was -- nobody any longer wanted to be that.
Disciples be damned. It's not interesting. It's only the masters that matter. Those who create.
Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.