Glad we can all have "a little target practice"!
However, as far as I know, none of us were there in 1935, 1938,1941, 1942, 1946, 1948, or 1955. To that point, Orson Welles was doing okay.
Afterwards, Welles and his daughter were in trouble.
I've just returned from visiting an old friend in hospital, suffering (for a second bout) from Lymphoma.
It's so easy to forget the strong, vigorous person in his/her prime!
A lot of courage is required, just to live out our lives, no matter how squalid.
There is little doubt that Welles was a genius in several mediums. What is to be gained by dwelling unduly on his failings? or for that matter, on those of his children?
The work is all that ever counts.
The rest is, at some level, bullshit.
Like Picasso, an artist I don't much care for, in an artistic or personal sense, Orson Welles will be remembered as long a there is Art.
Regards to all of us all -- whether or not we can do better.