I see your point. But I'd call that Hubbard playing his game. Making sure someone sees him being Mr. Wonderful.
He craved admiration, his ego was gravitic. Like a blackhole star diverting any admiration particles and potential admiration for several
parsecs around into and over his event horizon. Slurp.
It's sort of funny, he loved syncophants sucking his bum (sorry to be crude), but he also liked to talk with people who could be normal and just talk to him.
Sept. 21st 1970, June 17th 1984 a very wide ranging conversation, lol. And a couple times (briefly) later that year Nov. or Dec.
I have a lot to say about Hubbard and his circus. I've been jotting down random thoughts for years, I might finally try to write an e-book. But in reality,
I'm over it.