Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does.Me too. I didn't think it existed. But now I do.
The narrator believes his flaw to be "a morbid longing for the picturesque." I think that's fairly benign.
I'm not convinced how showy the crack is, but sadly, I have little trouble identifying flaws — gaping voids — in others. I have much less insight into my own shortcomings.