He was a man who saw nothing for himself, but only through a literary atmosphere, and he was dangerous because he had deceived himself into sincerity. He honestly mistook his sensuality for romantic emotion, his vacillation for the artistic temperament and his idleness for philosophic calm.....he lied and never knew that he lied, and when it was pointed out to him said that lies were beautiful. He was an idealist.
-W. Somerset Maugham
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