@spendius,
Seeing the glossy front cover of Biology Letters, which is where wande's quote derives from, reminded me that I had never directed your reverence's attention to the story of Mr Robert Maxwell's rise to fame and fortune and a watery grave, if the rumours are true that is, on the idea that a significant segment of the masses loved to read about the latest science in words of many syllables which they almost understand. He started Pergamon Press and evolved thereafter into as many manifestations as causes the utmost repressed impatience in those underlings unfortunate enough to need the salaries he paid them.
Despite his many faults however I have held him in high regard ever since I read that he had, as a boy, walked all the way across Europe from the east, Czechoslovakia, in order to escape from the Nazis, got himself across the English channel, rose to the rank of Captain in the Army, winning an MC, which is No 2 for having engaged in desperate measures, created a publishing empire which included a leading tabloid newspaper in the Labour Party interest, managed a mention, as Cap'n Bob, sometimes a lengthy one, in almost every issue of Private Eye during the period of his pomp. From a dead start at 17 he taught himself the sort of English pronunciation the Queen approves of in the senior staff she employs. British Intelligence changed his name several times, finally settling on Ian Robert Maxwell. RIP. The sort of man for whom I have the utmost respect.
These books are worth the time of day.
Robert Maxwell: Israel's Superspy : The Life and Murder of a Media Mogul, Carroll and Graf, ISBN 0-7867-1078-0
Maxwell, Champion of Dissemination," LOGOS. 15,2, pp. 65–75.
# A book by Martin Dillon, The Assassination of Robert Maxwell, Israeli Superspy.