Here’s some well-aged Rothbard:

I’m sure I would find neither Hitler, Wilson, Nixon, nor the Ayatollah charming dinner or cocktail party companions. But surely I am not to be permitted to transform these aesthetic judgments into a “value-free science” that dismisses them all as simply one or another species of neurotic or psychotic. Besides, why do I have to like everyone?

It’s easy to forget how influential Freudianism once was, and I’ve got to admit that I prefer the question-begging of the DSM-IV-TR to the pompous absurdity of psycho-analysis.