If there is a danger in romanticizing the back row, it is this: turning a person into a trope can make their edges flatten. He is not only an emblem of quiet genius or latent rebellion; he is a whole life in motion, messy and contradictory. He will fail spectacularly at some things and succeed at others in ways no one predicted. He will hurt and be hurt; he will help and be ignored. He will make choices that complicate the neat story you want to tell about him.