Down with that vodka martini and on with the cloak and dagger—there's a spy on the campus! Cunningly disguised as a rugby player, too—the fiendish little bounders stop at nothing. We even hear that he seemed "quiet" spoken, polite, apparently reasonable, and taciturn". A front, of course, A diabolically clever front! Everybody knows security men are as mad as hatters and reek of "cynical deviousness". To the stake with them all, I say!

A security agent doesn't come to the university to learn — he comes to spy, just as a toothpaste salesman comes to sell toothpaste and a demolition worker comes to blow the noble institution to pieces.

Of course students must be protected from neaky infiltrators in their midst. It's all very well to have radical opinions, but who wants to be overheard and disliked by the Establishment? Just look at Christ, Lenin, Castro, Darwin and Socrates. When the government of the day suggested they toe the line, they Immediately recounted their ideas. That's why nobody has heard of them today.

Peter J. Needham.