Possibly the most frightening thing I've seen thus far in Buenos Aires was the gentleman at the table next to mine at lunch today, who was engrossed in a book called "El líderazgo al estilo de los jesuitos". Loosely translated: "Leadership secrets of the Jesuits".
Somewhere (Zürich? Trieste?) Joyce is spinning in his grave.
Apart from the scary Jesuit aspect, there's that entirely regrettable "word" líderazgo.