There was a gathering of inventors the other day in Arlington, Va., a convention of men and women whose most often expressed desire was to make a million dollarsnever $800,000, never $1.2 million, but a flat, cool mil. They said it again and again, and if you were not money hungry when you went into the affair, by the time you got out you found yourself thinking of the balance, or lack of it, in the old checking account.
"Inventors are all alike," said Jacob Rabinow, a man with 218 patents. "They all have...
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