Showing posts with label Peter Mitchell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Mitchell. Show all posts

03 January 2025

The Failures of Macro-Economics

The Failures of Macro-Economics

    I wrote some 7 years ago about the Failures of Macro Economics (q.v.), concluding that both academic and journalist writers were insufficiently rigorous with themselves and each other; their words could be ignored; opinions in this quasi-science held more sway than data and rigorous logic.  
    Today, Timothy Taylor has raised a similar subject in his Conversable Economics blog. 
 
"When you listen to economists who have worked in or near government about their role in the mechanisms of policy-making, they are appropriately humble. They harbor (sic) few illusions that a quick lecture ....... will convert politicians to their point of view.  They are aware that political figures will grab an economic argument if it tends to support their pre-existing views, and ignore the argument otherwise."

     I immediately wonder if the power of the academic analysis is being correctly or incorrectly assessed by the politician. And if, in some cases, the politicians are ignoring sound advice, how can they be punished? It is often months, sometimes years, after policy steps are taken that their effects are known. 

     Taylor quoted George Stigler, who wryly wrote (1976) that:

"economists exert a minor and scarcely detectable influence on the societies in which they live."

    Taylor also quoted a perceptive and far reaching remark of Milton Friedman (1980): 

“The only person who can truly persuade you is yourself. You must turn the issues over in your mind at leisure, consider the many arguments, let them simmer, and after a long time turn your preferences into convictions.”    

     This, of course, is the academic; for the politician does not have the time, nor the right type of mind, to reflect in this way. He reacts to events with a knee-jerk response; afferents and efferents, but no frontal-lobe involvement. It may be necessary to lay before the politician the entire argument, right down to the calculated results on the GDP and the voters' response. 

    All, or a significant majority, of academic opinion must agree. Not that the majority is in all cases correct –– a point that my colleague Peter Mitchell enjoyed pointing out, after he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Chemistry in 1978

    It may also be crucial that this entire argument be laid before the voters, for it to have significant effect on the political mind. The academic economist must 'raise his game'.

20 February 2022

In memoriam: Peter Mitchell

 "In autumn 1992, I was invited by a microbiological journal to write an obituary piece on my illustrious colleague, Peter Michell, FRS, Nobel laureate, who had died (of cancer) somewhat prematurely that spring. I had worked with him at Glynn House for 8 years in all, (1970-73; 1983-88). They were exciting days, and an enormous privilege." Ian West

In memoriam: Peter Mitchell,
1920-1992 

(Awarded the Nobel Prize in 1978 for the discovery of the chemiosmotic proton cycle)

Peter Mitchell's recent death gives us an appropriate opportunity to reflect on a great man and a great scientist. Readers of this obituary will already know the main features of the life and scientific contributions of Peter Mitchell. They will have read the obituaries by Garland in Nature (30th April, 1992), and by Hinkle and Garlid in Trends Biochem Sci (August. 1992). They will in any case know the biography in outline; the 1961 paper in Nature, the grey books, the 1978 Nobel prize for chemistry, etc. I should like therefore to take this opportunity to note some of the more microbiological and some of the lesser known aspects of Peter's life and scientific work.  

Pre-Glynn 

After graduating in biochemistry at Cambridge in 1942, Mitchell's first scientific project was on thiol antidotes to arsenical poisons, the so-called British Anti-Lewisite or BAL, working at Cambridge under J. F. Danielli. His lasting benefits from this period seem to have been a warm appreciation of Danielli and Danielli's interest in membranes and surfaces. Danielli also introduced Mitchell to Keilin, who made a deep impression on the young man, though perhaps more emotional than intellectual. Mitchell's PhD thesis, however, dated 1950, was entitled 'Nucleic acid synthesis and the bactericidal action of penicillin', and it was then, immediately after the war, that Mitchell became, by accident (as he said), a microbiologist, working for part of the time in conjunction with the MRC Unit for Chemical Microbiology of which E. F. Gale had just become Director. He also started his long and very fruitful collaboration with Jennifer Moyle, which lasted 35 years until her retirement in 1983. 

There are a number of papers from this period which are scarcely referred to these days — papers concerning various types of phosphate compounds, glycerophosphate-protein complexes, and the 'Gram' stain. Mitchell and Moyle referred to one phosphate fraction as XSP (excess phosphate), and later positic acid (as this fraction was characteristic of Gram-positive organisms). This was eventually recognized as being the same as the soluble teichoic acid described some years later by Baddiley. Though Mitchell acquired many of the techniques of 'chemical microbiology', this was not to prove the arena of his finest contributions. He approached biology not as a chemist would, but always with the eye of an engineer; his models involved channels, articulations, balistics and pressures — mental equipment he brought from an engineering family background and a boyhood spent in his own (well-equipped) engineering workshop.  

 


During the next five years (1950-1955) Mitchell held the post of University Demonstrator, a position he recognized to be privileged in that he had little teaching, and tended to get involved in everyone else's problems. With the freedom allowed him in this post, Mitchell started developing his ideas on membrane structure, osmotic forces, and transport processes, ideas that we now recognize to be the foundation stones of his magnum opus.   

During these five years Jennifer Moyle was working with Malcom Dixon on pig-heart 'isocitric enzyme' (isocitrate dehydrogenase (NADP) decarboxylating, EC 1.1.42). Mitchell became very interested in one particular aspect of that work, namely the tight binding of the oxalosuccinate intermediate to the enzyme (off rate 0.012 min-1, according to Moyle). From that observation Mitchell (and Moyle) developed the concept of a microspace inside the centre of the bifunctional enzyme in which oxalosuccinate, the product of one enzyme activity (the dehydrogenase) and the substrate of the second (the decarboxylase), could accumulate and exert a thermodynamic pressure — his concept of microchemiosmosis. I was always puzzled by this; first because no-one else talked of the enzyme in this way (or even referred to Moyle's work!), but even more because this idea is at variance with the experimental fact that oxalosuccinate, though it cannot leave the enzyme, can freely bind and react. I now realize that Peter Mitchell was not using the idea to explain the enzyme but the enzyme to explain the idea, an idea which 'nature' could have used though she perhaps chose not to in this case. This predominance given to the idea was a striking characteristic of Mitchell's thinking. 

Another topic tackled by Mitchell in this period was the uptake across the bacterial membrane of phosphate and arsenate; in this field his engineering approach found more scope and his ideas seem to have been more incisively original, timely and sound. It is hard for us now to realize that at that time a large part of the microbiological community did not accept the necessary existence of a cell membrane, i.e. of an osmotic barrier at the cell surface. Mitchell's work on phosphate uptake was the first detailed study of the kinetics of transport in bacteria. His somewhat startling conclusion, however, that in resting organisms phosphate-phosphate exchange is more than a hundred times faster than either net influx or net efflux, was not taken up by others for some 30 years. Nor was it fully explained by Mitchell. He suggested that the most probable explanation was that a membrane protein became alternately phosphorylated and dephosphorylated, so that what traversed the membrane was not phosphate but phosphoryl groups. Though this model is not now believed to be correct, these experiments were undoubtedly important in the development of Mitchell's chemiosmotic thinking. There seemed here to be tight, almost perfect, coupling between two transmembrane fluxes, in this case the influx and the efflux of phosphate; but the Ussing/Widdas concept of antiport, thus dramatically exemplified, was easily extended at a later date. 

During the late 1950s the idea of covalent chemical changes being concurrent with transport took a terrible grip on Mitchell's mind. He generalized and developed what he called the concept of group translocation. While acknowledging the elegance of Monod's proposal of separate 'permease' and 'β-galactosidase' proteins, Mitchell repeatedly pointed out that a membrane-bound 'β-galactosidase' would suffice, and would allow the free energy of lactose hydrolysis to drive the accumulation of galactosyl and glucosyl units. Monod, of course, proved to be right, and Mitchell wrong; 'nature' had overlooked Mitchell's neat and simple scheme. Peter turned to glucose and discussed in several papers how glucose could enter a cell and become phosphorylated in a single co-ordinated process if the kinase enzyme were asymmetrically placed in the membrane, such that the substrate glucose entered from outside the cell, while the product exited the enzyme to the inside of the cell. The translocated group would not be glucose, but 'glucosyl'. Crane proved this to be wrong for rabbit ileum by showing that deoxy-analogues of glucose incapable of being phosphorylated could be taken up by intestinal preparations. Mitchell and Moyle also believed that succinate "probably" entered bacteria as succinyl groups (esterified to e.g. CoA) and suggested that amino acids might similarly be taken into cells by their activating enzymes. In all these examples 'nature' could be said to have let Mitchell down. But the idea of group translocation was a great idea. In the mid-1960s, Kundig, Ghosh and Roseman eventually described the bacterial phosphtransferase system in which sugars are indeed phosphorylated as they are translocated. Here is a nice example of the answer turning up before the question. 

Experimentally, what had to be done, to test the 'group-translocation' idea, was to establish reliably which enzymes were truly embedded In the membrane, and this Mitchell and Moyle set out to do. The picture that emerged was devastating for the concept of group translocation, but it was obviously crucial to the development of the richer idea of the chemiosmotic proton cycle; for the enzymes strikingly present in bacterial plasma membranes were the dehydrogenases (and ATPase). What luck that Mitchell was working on bacteria!  

The concept of the periplasm has become a commonplace, but it may not be widely known that both the word and the concept are Mitchell coinages; the result of looking at plasmolysed cells through a microscope. It is also worth remarking that the crucial experiments by which Mitchell and Moyle first showed that dinitrophenol catalyses the transfer of hydrogen ions (H+) across membranes were performed on bacteria.  

Cambridge will have many memories of Peter Mitchell. I have heard stories of a steam-filled lab, of a novel method for determining protein molecular weights, of black (protest) lab-coats. In Edinburgh, likewise, the attentive listener may hear of a slightly older Mitchell; a lively contributor to every discussion on every topic, an energetic man with a large head, a mischievous grin, and very tight trousers. It was at Edinburgh in the fifties, renovating the old manse at Carrington for his new family, that Peter acquired the taste for large-scale house-building, an enthusiasm that became perhaps the prime amongst his numerous interests. In 1963 Mitchell resigned his Readership at Edinburgh and invited Jennifer Moyle to join him in building and running a private laboratory amongst the rubble and litter of a derelict mansion in Cornwall.  

Glynn 

Cambridge and Edinburgh can only be seen as a preparation for Glynn. There, at last, the man and the scientist had scope. From that remote and isolated laboratory in its tranquil rural setting 'The Wizard of Bodmin' dazzled the scientific community for two decades with his virtuosity. It seemed he could predict and explain everything, for Mitchell's key unlocked door after door of the 'many-mansioned house'. He had conceived this time an idea that 'nature' had indeed exploited, to the full. Out of the laboratory Mitchell dazzled no less than in it. He built houses, and yacht interiors, he farmed 150 acres, managed an estate of a dozen holiday houses, sailed, minted silver pieces, copper-bottomed saucepans, and bottled and marketed spring water; and this seemed in no way to distract him from his science but to stimulate him rather, nor even to deprive him of the time to relax with his family or holiday on a Greek Island.  

The reader will have seen formal photos of Mitchell in his middle and later years. Here are two completely different glimpses that hung unobtrusively for many years at Glynn House; one of an unbuttoned Mitchell driving a tiny tractor towing his youngest son in a trailer, and another showing a white-coated Mitchell parading a prize bull at the Royal Cornwall Show. Where the Glynn drive joins the main road there swung a modest painted sign. Britton Chance once teased Mitchell that, while the sign announced the farmer to be Peter Mitchell, the picture above the name was not of himself but of a pedigree Jersey cow; but how could 'Brit' know the way things are done down there in Cornwall. Peter got much closer.  

Peter Mitchell was very competitive and relished controversy, but he was also very appreciative of the human and cultural things that enhance the quality of life, appreciative of people, of the humane; even if he occasionally found these feelings had to be subordinated. 

We thankfully remember a man who had great intellectual gifts of memory and tenacity, great creative gifts of imagination, originality and energy, and great human gifts of zest, humour, and charm.  Adieu, and thank you Peter.  

Ian C. West,  (1992)
Department of Biochemistry and Genetics, The Medical School, University of Newcastle upon Tyne, Newcastle upon Tyne NE2 4HH, UK. 
 

(This first appeared in: Molecular Microbiology (1992) 6(23), 3623-3625)

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02 March 2011

Priory Reunion 2011

Priory Reunion, 2011

Dear fellow Priorians, 
    I have been stimulated by this wonderful occasion to offer a few words to add to the general store of recovered memories. However, simple mathematics shows me that these had better be written than spoken, for there is clearly no time for all of us to speak.
    First, a brief, but heartfelt, "thank you" to Peter Hampson, and Howard Elcock as leading instigators of the re-union; and indeed to you all, for coming.  
    Second, a few words on "The Offside Rule" before I metaphorically 'sit down'.
    I learnt the offside rule as a 9 year old in New Zealand, and in the context of hockey. (Some of you may remember that I was living in New Zealand before I entered the Priory in December 1954; New Zealand, all sunshine, swimming, and sailing; then 6 weeks on an ocean liner with captain and officers in whites, then Shropshire and the Priory.)
     My talk of hockey may surprise you. For we played rugby at the Boys' Priory; and I doubt any of you will remember me as a sportsman, though I crouched with you all behind the hedge on Longden Road, in the misty drizzle of many a wintry afternoon, grappling with the problem, solved so acrobatically by Mr Bean, of putting on shorts before taking trousers off; with the extra spice of girly giggles from across the road and behind the hedge at the out-of-bounds end of the Girls' Priory playing field. However, I ran up and down the rugby pitch with the rest of you. And I ran the 5-mile-run, though some monitors may have wondered, when they compared my almost spotless shorts with the mud-spattered clothing of others. Indeed I was briefly in the County Senior Cross-country team.
    The Offside Rule, as I learnt it, meant that you could not address the ball if you were closer to the enemy goal than his last three players. This was changed in 1972 to 2 players, restricted to the 25 yard zone in 1987, and abolished completely in 1998! The offside rule seemed to make very good sense to me, and to fit in with the other Rules of the Game as I learnt them back in 1954, like "no turning on the ball", "no hitting or even touching the opposing players", and "no hitting the ball too hard, as by raising the stick above the shoulder". One should do nothing, I concluded, that might result in hurting or humiliating the opposition; and that almost extended to winning.
    So you would be right — I was no sportsman. Indeed, I was not very competitive. I have always been reluctant to stretch myself out to be measured, in case the result did not fit my dreams. I was, however, reasonably fit. I cycled 7 miles to school most summer months, and over to Ray Holliday's house on one occasion, where I learnt how to trap sparrow hawks. Did you (Ray) ever get to visit my home at Dorrington in return hospitality? (Funny how shy I was, for I was intensely appreciative of friendship.) A few sixth formers once came out to Dorrington Grove for a Lunar Society meeting where a man told us about "Radioactivity". But I suspect that Mary Peckett is the only one who can remember visiting Dorrington Grove; and she came not as my friend but as friend of a friend of my older brother Robert, who, now a retired professor of epidemiology at Cardiff, sends Peter Hampson his apologies, and his thanks for extending the invitation to him; but Robert West is off somewhere; skiing, or sailing, or chairing a meeting.) Oddly, I do not remember Mary's and Dave Roberts' visit, and may not have been there; perhaps I was up a tree somewhere with a couple of books.
     Yes, I had lots of brothers; some of you may remember Peter, my immediately younger brother. I know Paul Carson does. I think Howard Elcock took Peter dingy sailing on more than one occasion, though once again I don't know where I was at the time. Peter West, you may have heard, drowned in a sailing accident in 1965 when he was 20. Robert also had a sailing accident, many years later (1988). Sailing down the Irish Channel in a 28-footer with four people on board, at 8 o'clock one fine August morning, the keel snapped off. They were many hours in the water and very glad to be spotted by the Stranraer ferry on its way back from Ireland. It was more than 10 years before he bought another offshore boat.
     If I drive through Dorrington now, my mind invariable returns to the summer I courted Elizabeth Nicholls, who lived at Dorrington Old Hall, and whose mother bred pedigree poodles. Memories, sweet and painful! One summer evening Elizabeth just "happened" to be strolling in the orchard with the 20 dogs; I just "happened" to stroll the mile that separated Dorrington Grove from the village. As I approached up the field the dogs started yapping. After a few minutes of helpless miming I gave up the futile task and beat a humiliating retreat (a case of 'reculer, pour mieux sauter'). If anyone here is in touch with Elizabeth or knows where she is, I would be very grateful to be able to greet her and say a belated "thank you".
     The last time I played soccer I broke more than the offside rule. Visualize me in my late twenties and on my third post-doctoral research assignment, still single; working in a uniquely wonderful private laboratory in a Georgian mansion in deepest rural Cornwall, owned by a wealthy and brilliant scientist, on a project that eventually won him the Nobel Prize for Chemistry in 1978 (Peter Mitchell). I was 12th man for an out-of-season friendly between our tennis club and Ranco Engineering. Five minutes before kick-off, our captain counted his men and said I would be needed, so I trotted off to my car to put on my kit, such as it was — some scarcely used rowing shorts, a Fred Perry sweat shirt and white tennis pumps. They had started already when I trotted onto the pitch and asked our captain my position. He waved vaguely to the right-side mid-field. I enjoyed myself, running up and down, passing the ball to colleagues when it came my way, and by half time when our supporters came trotting on with wedges of orange we were well ahead of Ranco. But they told us in theatrical whispers that, as they cut up the oranges, it became undeniably clear that we were fielding 12 men. I was embarrassed, but thought it would be too conspicuous if I walked off the field, so, in the second half I played in a more neutral manner, failing to get possession if possible, and, when unavoidable, passing ambiguously to no-one in particular. Gratifyingly, the scores levelled up somewhat, and I felt I had done the right thing — at least by my rules.
     Those were good times. I came out of my shell, played fiddle for the Morris dancers, chaired the folk club, brewed dustbins-full of beer, met and married my wife. The next few years were good too; a teaching post at Cambridge, a college fellowship and then family. Heather turned up in 1976, and is  now an architect with two baby girls. Her two brothers are both engineers of sorts, one in Gothenburg working for VolvoTec, one in MIT on the brink of getting married. From '76 till 2002 I was a lecturer at Newcastle University. So, I spent my life in the twilight world of academia, for which I have mixed respect and contempt; the academic (I conclude) carries what he thinks of as "reality" in his head, which is nothing more "real" than a wispy dream; but what a dream!  The universe forms but a small part of that immense picture!
     I have no contempt for the Priory, however. I feel very privileged, and seldom miss the opportunity to declare that I had the best possible education (for me); I found no door closed. Gifted teaching that stays with me throughout life, whether it be Peckett's "Pseudolus Noster", Priestly's "Orpheus and Eurydice", Doc Loehry's "Construe, construe!", or Tam Heginbottom's "Law of Mass Action–seesaw", and advice on explosions. I met a few Priorians when I was an undergratudate student; fewer in subsequent years. I occasionally met Howard Elcock in Newcastle, occasionally bumped into Peter Roach or Peter Hampson in unexpected places. I missed the big reunion in 2004 as I was working abroad, but I caught up to some extent once I got back to the UK.
     I look back on the fifties with unexpected twinges of nostalgia, and conclude I am truly a child of the fifties. Back then, we did not only compete, we also co-operated. There was space for all, and we needed each other. Did the Offside Rule really require 3 opposing players between you and the goal? How brilliantly fair! How un-sneaky!
Ian West, March 2011