He will be sought for with enthusiasm, but he cannot escape from his certain fate--that of becoming tiresome to his pretended admirers.
At first the idol--shortly he is changed into a victim.

He forms, indeed, a figure in their little pageant, and is invited as a sort of _improvisatore_; but the esteem they concede to him is only a part of the system of politeness; and should he be dull in discovering the favourite quality of their self-love, or in participating in their volatile tastes, he will find frequent opportunities of observing, with the sage at the court of Cyprus, that "what he knows is not proper for this place, and what is proper for this place he knows not." This society takes little personal interest in the literary character.

HORACE WALPOLE lets us into this secret when writing to another man of fashion, on such a man of genius as GRAY--"I agree with you most absolutely in your opinion about Gray; he is the worst company in the world.

From a melancholy turn, from living reclusely, and from a little too much dignity, he never converses easily; all his words are measured and chosen, and formed into sentences: his writings are admirable--he himself is not agreeable." This volatile being in himself personified the quintessence of that society which is called "the world," and could not endure that equality of intellect which genius exacts.

He rejected Chatterton, and quarrelled with every literary man and every artist whom he first invited to familiarity--and then hated.
Witness the fates of Bentley, of Muntz, of Gray, of Cole, and others.