Actually, Blake has more in common with Nick Danger than either one of those cats you mentioned, LH. And even Nick never got busted for selling mushrooms when he was a freshman at Montana State like Madison did. Madison would never seduce a duchess, although he was hit on pretty heavy by a countess in a seaside bar in New York City once. And he could only lay claim to the violation of one virgin, which sin he attempted to atone for by marrying said innocent.
No, he's nothing more than a guy I knew fairly well back in my footloose days, a guy who read too many detective stories, picked all of the wrong women, and never knew when to leave the party. We have all adapted better to the changing times than Blake ever could. Blake in his shabby trench coat, carrying a pistol and a hangover, while believing his whole life that "all you need is Love" was a philosophy worth dying for. A walking contradiction with his feet in the gutter and his head in the clouds, a man who lost most of his heroes to violence and self-abuse long ago. He is an exile from a time that has passed. A man who was injured by the hope of man's nobility, and hides the wound beneath his clothes in the dim bars he frequents.
Yes, truly, he has no class, but he has a nose for beauty second to none.