When I told him I was half French, my former boss (from the late 70’s/early 80’s) said, “God, I really hate the French.” He was dyslexic, and I had to write all his reports and fill out all his forms for him. He was also the most politically incorrect man I’ve ever met, but I enjoyed working for him because he was brilliant, and he was kind under his crusty exterior.
I have to admit, in the light of this “study,” that I agree with him.
Some papers are written to be read, others are written to be written.