finding myself in "required reading"

"She had never philosophized about the causes of human misery, she was not old enough, she had not the temperment that philosophizes. But she felt intensely, and this was not the first time she had felt the contrast thrust into her feeling between the upper and and the lower conditions of human life. It had been growing upon her until it had made her what Rose called 'queer,' and other people in her circle of wealthy acquaintances called very unusual. It was simply the human problem in its estreme of riches and poverty, its refinement and its vileness, that was, in spite of her unconscious attempts to struggle against the facts, burning into her life the impression that would in the end either transform her into a woman of rare love and self-sacrifice for the world, or a miserable enigma to herself and all who knew her..."

Sheldon, In His Steps