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Quando te acusam de racismo porque não entendem o seu trabalho:
Bob had hired me in 1968 at Chicago and advocated successfully for my tenure there in 1975, so I have a lot to thank him for. Before he decamped temporarily to Unfair Harvard (his Department of History came to despise him, quite absurdly, for the ‘‘racism’’ and for the imagined scholarly defects in Time on the Cross), he would attend the Chicago economic history workshop, which he founded when he came to Chicago from Rochester, and which during the 1970s I as the junior person was assigned to organize. His comments were always tenacious, but genial. With Ted Schultz and Margaret Reid, and a brilliant lineup of his students and mine and Arcadius Kahan’s, it was an amazing intellectual experience. It taught me what productive scientific debate is.
O espírito de um estudante que, realmente é estudante, não aluno.
I took to describing Bob as ‘‘the sweetest, most amiable monomaniac I have ever known.’’ Work, work, work. When the man from the Swedish academy called him in the wee hours of 1993, Bob was not sleeping. He was wide awake, working, working, working. He had been a Ph.D. student of Simon Kuznets at Johns Hopkins, and told me once that he worked because he imagined that at any moment Simon would turn up and ask, with his Russian accent, ‘‘Vell, Robert. And vat are you vorking on?’’ I am familiar with such an imagined goad, in a Russian accent.
Ficamos com: Vell, Robert. And vat are you vorking on?