Pete Willingham didn’t know why that court-appointed lady shrink Dr. Weinberg kept insisting that he was a narcissist, as if it was some kind of a bad thing. Narcissism meant you loved yourself, right? And what was so bad about loving yourself? Nobody else loved Pete, that was for sure, so he might as well darn tooting love himself himself, or at least that was the way Pete looked at it. Was it his fault that the rest of the world couldn’t see what a swell guy he was?
– The Man Who Loved Himself, by Horace P. Sternwall, Midwood Books, 1957; revised and republished as The Chap Who Loved Himself, by “Hobart P. Shillingsworth”, Corgi Books (U.K.), 1959; both editions one printing only.