
You are Samuel Taylor Coleridge! The infamous "archangel a little
damaged!" You took drugs and talked for hours, it's true, but you
also made a conscious choice to cultivate the image of the deranged
poet in a frenzy of genius. You claimed you wrote "Kubla Khan" in
an afternoon after a laudanum, when you pretty manifestly did no
such thing. You and your flashing eyes and floating hair. And your
brilliant scholarship and obvious genius.
Hmmm...