Soren Kierkegaard:

Somewhere in a psalm it tells of the rich man who painstakingly amasses a fortune and “knows not who will inherit it from him.”
In the same way I will leave behind me, intellectually speaking, a not-so-little capital. Alas , but I know who is going to inherit from me, that character I find so repulsive, he who will keep on inheriting all that is best just as he has done in the past — namely, the assistant professor, the professor.

And even if ‘the professor’ happened to read this, it would not stop him, it would not prick his conscience — no, he would lecture on this, too. And even if the professor happened to read this remark, it would not stop him either — no, he would lecture on this, too. For the professor is even longer than the tapeworm which a woman was delivered of recently (200 feet according to her husband, who expressed his gratitude in Addresseavisen recently) — a professor is even longer that — and if a man has this tapeworm “the professor” in him, no human being can deliver him of it; only God can do it if the man himself is willing.
— Soren Kierkegaard, Journals, 6: 6817-18