One of the saddest guys I ever met was a distinguished professor of international trade law. He had spent his salad days as an airlines chief legal expert in opening new foreign flight routes which gave him both major financial rewards and plenty of opportunity to satisfy his trophy hunting hobby lusts world wide. He had several homes in town and in the nearby wild full of taxidermy from Africa, South America, etc and gun cabinets chock a block with side by sides and custom bolt rifles in major calibers.
Then he went for one too many trophies -- a trim little grad student with PETA leanings. She was hectoring him to divest all of his past passions and winning each fight. He gradually was becoming a gerbil.
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