He was in a state of panic at all times that things might get out. But he manages people so poorly, and is such a slave to what he’s not good at, that he forgets he might be making bombs set to explode in his own face. I am sure this is what happens in many of his scrapes: he runs on a high-octane belief in his own rectitude and wisdom, only to find later that other people had their own views–of what is sound journalism or agreeable sex–and the idea that he might be complicit in his own mess baffles him.

Andrew O’Hagan, “Ghosting”