The being referred to above assumes several false premises.
First, that men of talent necessarily hate each other.

Secondly, that intimate knowledge or habitual association destroys our admiration of persons whom we esteemed highly at a distance.
Thirdly, that a circle of clever fellows, who meet together to dine and have a good time, have signed a constitutional compact to glorify themselves and to put down him and the fraction of the human race not belonging to their number.

Fourthly, that it is an outrage that he is not asked to join them.
Here the company laughed a good deal, and the old gentleman who sits opposite said, "That's it! that's it!" I continued, for I was in the talking vein.

As to clever people's hating each other, I think a LITTLE extra talent does sometimes make people jealous.

They become irritated by perpetual attempts and failures, and it hurts their tempers and dispositions.
Unpretending mediocrity is good, and genius is glorious; but a weak flavor of genius in an essentially common person is detestable.