If you're a typical NSA geek, and you stare in all due horror at Julian, it's impossible not to recognize him as one of your own breed. He's got the math fixation, the stilted speech, the thousand-yard-stare, and even the private idiolect that somehow allows NSA guys to make up their own vocabulary whenever addressing Congress (who don't matter) and haranguing black-hat hacker security conventions (who obviously do).
Julian has turned out to be a Tim Leary at the NSA's psychiatric convention. He's a lasting embarrassment who also spiked their Kool-Aid. Crushing Julian, cutting his funding, that stuff didn't help one bit. He's still got a roof and a keyboard. That's all he ever seems to need.