The Paradox of Unparalleled Genius

Tesla would have been entirely superhuman had he not derived a great deal satisfaction out of the hubor worshipping adulation that now came to him. It was only five years ago that he had been hungry and penniless in the streets of new york, competing with equally hungry hordes of unemployed for the few existent jobs calling for brute labor. And now the intellectual elites of the nation were honouring him as an unrivalled genius. I think this is the hidden reason for tesle's remarkable creativity, and yet his puzzling shortcomings. How do we go from this rich wizard of new York to the penniless old man alone in a hotel? Three? The paradox of genius.