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aker growled, "Everybody knows and values your work, Doc, but what's this bit about being opposed to ours?" Smythe looked at him distastefully. "You people are seeking to destroy the culture of these people, and, overnight thrust them into the pressures of Twentieth Century existence. As a medical doctor, I do not think them capable of assimilating such rapid change and I fear for their mental health." There was a prolonged silence. Crawford said finally, "What is the alternative to the problems I presented in my summation of the situation that confronts the world due to the backward conditions of such areas as Africa?" "I don't know, it isn't my field." There was another silence. Elmer Allen said finally, uncomfortably, "It _is_ our field, Dr. Smythe." Smythe turned to him, his face still holding its distaste. "I understand that the greater part of you are sociologists, political scientists and such. Frankly, ladies and gentlemen, I do not think of the social sciences as exact ones." He looked around the room and added, deliberately, "In view of the condition of the world, I do not have a great deal of respect for the product of your efforts." There was an uncomfortable stirring throughout the audience. Clifford Jackson said unhappily, "We do what we must do, doctor. We do what we can." Smythe eyed him. He said, "Some years ago I was impressed by a paragraph by a British writer named Huxley. So impressed that I copied it and have carried it with me. I'll read it now." The heavy-set doctor took out his wallet, fumbled in it for a moment and finally brought forth an aged, many times folded, piece of yellowed paper. He cleared his throat, then read: "_To the question_ quis custodiet custodes?--_who will mount guard over our guardians, who will engineer the engineers?--the answer is a bland denial that they need any supervision. There seems to be a touching belief among certain Ph.Ds in sociology that Ph.Ds in sociology will never be corrupted by power. Like Sir Galahad's, their strength is the strength of ten because their heart is pure--and their heart is pure because they are scientists and have taken six thousand hours of social studies. Alas, high education is not necessarily a guarantee of higher virtue, or higher political wisdom._" The doctor finished and returned to his seat, his face still uncompromising. * * * * * Homer Crawford chuckled rue
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