The world, in Treece's view, was an ominous organisation; he had been fighting it for years now. The world was a cheap commercial project, run by profiteers, which disseminated bad taste, poor values, shoddy goods and cowboy films on television among a society held up to permanent ransom by these active rogues. Against this in his vision he was inclined to set the academic world, which seemed to him, though decreasingly so, the one stronghold of values, the one centre from which the world was resisted. He was as upset as the most devout of monks when people he knew "got mixed up in the world"; that was the end of their capacity for effective living. "Great Scott!" he said. "We of all people shouldn't be asking what use a man is to the firm."
Eating People is Wrong - Malcolm Bradbury