Ford Madox Ford on Obama

I'm reading the great tetralogy of novels collectively called Parade's End, by Ford Madox Ford, about British society before, during and after World War I.   A great, great work of art.   But this description jumped out at me:

That was the quality of his entanglements, their very essence.   He got into appalling messes, unending and unravellable -- no, she meant un-unravellable -- messes and other people suffered for him whilst he mooned along into more messes.

Sounds a good deal like our narcissistic, "so smart everything bores him" President.