Couldn't agree with you more, Keith. I find myself becoming increasingly intrigued with the concept of noblesse oblige, possibly because of a romantic streak in me that gravitates toward old, arcane and quaint things in short supply. I think noblesse oblige was still a forceful motivation from the WBTS through the Second World War, until it hit a brick wall when my generation came along. Of course there are personal exceptions, perhaps many, but in a larger sense, the baby boomers got everything handed to them on a silver platter, never had the dross-refining (character building) crucibles of a Great Depression or WW II. In one sense it’s good to have missed the horror of all that, but on the other hand it left the people of my generation with far too much time on their hands to "contemplate their navels." Such morbid self-interest led, in my view, to a complete obsession with the concept of self to the abandonment of much beyond. “Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we have to eat a nuke” became a sort of faux religion that fostered uncontrolled hedonism for far too many people, a ripple effect that will continue for generations, unless another couple of crucibles happens to swing by. Amen to that, brother!