Michael Malone - Weebly

The Bredforet land bequeathed him had been sold
to a government whose purposes, unlike those of other
nations, were—so Ransom had been taught to believe
—all to the good. Only in such a country could one
safely remain a private citizen. It was inconceivable that
he should see a conspiracy linking the public good with
the personal tragedy of a premature death in his Dingley
Falls, indeed, horribly enough, in his own home.
And so there was neither guilt nor retribution nor
even knowledge anywhere along the chain of command
to connect those who had never heard of Dingley Falls
with the death of Joy. At Transportation Corps, at
Chemical Corps, at G-2, NIC, DIA, CIA, OSS, INR,
NSC, on the Hill and in the House, there was nothing
for anyone to wash his hands of. Nobody's hands were
soiled. There were so many hands, no one even knew
how many, or whose joined whose, or in whose hands
the end of the thread was held. No one Daedalus has
built, no one Theseus can brave the countless corridors
of the maze.
The chain of command seemed even to its links to
be a circle whose circumference was everywhere and