Two excerpts from Colin Wilson's 1956 masterpiece The Outsider:
The atmosphere of the existential Outsider is unpleasant to breathe. There is something nauseating, anti-life, about it: these men without motive who stay in their rooms because there seems to be no reason for doing anything else. It is essentially an adult world, this world-without-values.
...the Outsider is always the man who is not susceptible to the general enthusiasm; it may be that he is too short-sighted to see the establishment of Utopia before the end of the century ... He must believe that he is in the wrong ... it follows that it is the Outsider who is in some way 'not of this world,' and if he dies young, like Shelley, or is a sick man, like Novalis and Schiller, or takes drugs, like Coleridge, that is all in the proper order of things. Chapter 3
But the old skeptic, the complete skeptic, says,"I have no right to think for myself. I have no right to think at all."
-GK Chesterton in Orthodoxy