The poor farmers who grew and harvested the “pulp” from which the paper was made received barely a pittance for their labours. Likewise, the network of distributors known as the “book shops” who dealt the refined product to end users lived in constant fear of those dreaded agents of the forces of accountancy, or FOAC, known as “the liquidators”. It was the evil cartel headed by a mysterious “don”, whose members met annually at Frankfurt to make their secret deals to secure worldwide distribution, who reaped the major profits from this evil business. And they were not about to give up their lucrative trade in “plot”.
— “Literary review: What a load of Cobras”, Private Eye, no. 1270 (3-16 September 2010), p. 31
