E. B. White – Writings from The New Yorker 1927-1976 (1952)

We read a news story the other day telling about the withdrawal of a group of young atomic scientists from the world. …they vanished into the swirling mists of secrecy. It gave us quite a turn, secrecy being the slow death of science, purity its most debilitating quality. Science can’t possibly serve people well till it belongs openly to all and associates itself with wisdom and sense—those contaminating but healthful influences.

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