“My hero is Nobel Laureate Neville Mott who published four papers at the age of 92 when he died.”

—  C. N. R. Rao

After his getting the August-Wilhelm-von-Hofmann Medal for chemistry quoted in Need young scientists to lead: C N R Rao, 11 January 2011, 22 December 2013, Nature Publishing Group http://www.nature.com/nindia/2010/100111/full/nindia.2009.365.html,

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