Lucky bugger. And he explains why.

"With each job description I read, I felt a tightening of what I must call my soul. I found myself growing false to myself, acting to myself, convincing myself of my rightness for whatever was being described. And this is where I suppose life ends for most people, who stiffen in the attitudes they adopt to make themselves suitable for the jobs and lives others have laid out for them." 

True. And then there are the rest of us day-jobbing journeyman writers. Cheers, Sir Vidiadhar.