Tender is the Night
[Dick] had the power of arousing a fascinated and uncritical love. The reaction came when he realized the waste and extravagance involved. He sometimes looked back with awe at the carnivals of affection he had given, as a general might gaze upon a massacre he had ordered to satisfy an impersonal blood lust (1.6.15).
Dick moved on through the rain, demoniac and frightened, the passions of many men inside him and nothing simple that he could see (1.24.3).
"But I was very busy being mad then, so I didn’t care what he said, when I am very busy being mad I don’t usually care what they say, not if I were a million girls" (2.2.52).