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"Making things clear is the one thing the D.D. can't stand,"
replied Miss Hardcastle. "That's not how he runs the place.
(...)
"No good, Sonny," she said shaking her head. "You don't know
enough facts yet for your point of view to be worth sixpence.
You haven't yet realized what you're in on.
You're being offered a chance of something far bigger than a
seat in the cabinet. And there are only two alternatives,
you know. Either to be in the N.I.C.E. or to be out of it.
And I know better than you which is going to be most fun."

"I do understand that, said Mark. "But anything is better
than being nominally in and having nothing to do. Give me a
real place in the Sociological Department and I'll . . ."

"Rats! That whole Department is going to be scrapped.
It had to be there at the beginning for propaganda purposes.
But they are all going to be weeded out."

"What assurance have I that I'm going to be one of their
successors?"
"You aren't. They're not going to have any successors.
The real work has nothing to do with all these departments.
The kind of sociology we're interested in will be done by
my peope -- the police."

(fra 'That Hideous Strength', første uforkortede utg. 1983 -
Pan Books London and Sydney)