I have finished reading The Intellectuals by Paul Johnson. The book throws light on another side of these well-accomplished writers and philosophers: Sartre, Tolstoy, Marx, Rousseau, Hemingway, and dozen others.
We are not perfect and, there is another side of us all. We see and take things on their face value. On the other side, they are mere mortals with vices like jealous, craving for the limelight, money-minded, drunkard, or a womanizer.
I have been saying all this while that none of us are perfect. We are all broken in our ways. As a follower, believer, we have to accept it.