In Middlemarch, George Elliot describes a certain kind of person who:
…hopeful of achievement, resolute in avoidance, thinking that Mammon shall never put a bit in their mouths and get astride their backs, but rather that Mammon, if it has anything to do with him, shall draw their chariot…..he was one of the rarer lads who early get a decided bent and make up their minds that there is something particular that they would like to do for its own sake, and not because their fathers did it. Most of us who turn to any subject of love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within as the first traceable beginning of our love…
-George Elliot: Middlemarch
Let’s there are enough of these sorts of folks to get us out of this mess.