He never learned to consider his audience.
He always just shoves essays at them, expecting them to strain until they hear what he wishes they’d hear, and which, they could hear, if only they were right inside his mind in the moment he’s daydreaming about how they’ll hear him.
An author should first employ empathy, and second expect a little from his readers.
But this guy does things backwards: first he expects a great deal of empathy from his readers, and second he throws in a little grab at fellow-feeling.
This is a failed authorship.