In 1667 he became a Fellow of Trinity (which gave him an income and freedom to pursue his intellectual interests with no prescribed duties, such as teaching) and two years after that Lucasian Professor of Mathematics.

FWN was appointed at age 24 to the chair of classical philology at Basel University . He is unique among German philosophers for having become nearly a household word outside the academic world, thanks in part to the appropriation of his key terms (e.g. Übermensch) by agents as diverse as Nazi propaganda and Jim Morrison . His texts—eclectic, kinetic, openly confrontational, almost pugilistic—defy stereotypes and preconceptions about philosophical writing, provoking readers to question and revaluate their knowledge and assumptions about everything from aesthetics (The Birth of Tragedy), to history (Untimely Meditations), to religion (The Anti-Christ), to metaphysics (Truth and Falsity in an Extramoral Sense).

EN was for years a Profess'd Midwife in London.

He became a Fellow of All Souls' College, Oxford , and later, after he married, a country clergyman.

She was an able amateur artist; some of her drawings were published. She was also an accomplished singer.

FN began writing professionally during the 1850's, producing most of her work after the death of her husband, George. Initially working under the pseudonym Francis Derrick, she wrote at least fifteen novels, the best known being Olive Varcoe, as well as collections of short stories. She continued to write well into the 1880's.

AO is an academic sociologist. She wrote that she became a sociologist as an escape from the problems of having children. The first paid work she undertook as a mother was telephone selling: to make her calls she often sat in the playpen with her toddler on the outside. From this she went on to doing interviews for market research.

AO published two novels thirty years apart, as well as one short story.

On her return from schooling in France, AOK began working as amanuensis to her father , then at the height of his fame.

The work may have gone well at first: she says she once lived well on the alternate products of her pen and her needle. One of her employers was an upholsterer, Mrs Robins, of Warwick Street, Golden Square. By the time she wrote about her needlework in a poem, however, she was nearly starving, and forced to work in open, freezing, public shops—whether she was plying her needle where customers could see her, or just possibly in some way writing to order.