ONE:Dr. Haenlingen nodded. For the first time, she put her arms on the table and leaned a little forward. "Many of the workers here," she said, "are infected by the disease of idealism. The notion of slavery bothers them. They need to rebel against the establishment in order to make that protest real to them, and in order to release hostility which might otherwise destroy us from the inside. In my own division this has been solved simply by creating a situation in which the workers fear mefear being a compound of love, or awe, and hatred. This, however, will not do on a scale larger than one division: a dictatorship complex is set up, against which rebellion may still take place. Therefore, the parties. They serve as a harmless release for rebellious spirits. The parties are forbidden. Those who attend them are flouting authority. Their tension fades. They become good workers, for us, instead of idealistic souls, against us."
FORE:"Can you see any path through this abatis, Sergeant?" nervously asked Harry Joslyn."Yes, that's purty near rightvery good for first attempt. Now, when I speak to you, you salute and answer me. What is your name?"
FORE:"Fine-looking lot of youngsters," he remarked. "They'll make good soldiers."
