“Almost overnight the Glorious Loyalty Oath Crusade was in full flower, and Captain Black was enraptured to discover himself spearheading it. He had really hit on something. All the enlisted men and officers on combat duty had to sign a loyalty oath to get their map cases from the intelligence tent, a second loyalty oath to receive their flak suits and parachutes from the parachute tent, a third loyalty oath for Lieutenant Balkington, the motor vehicle officer, to be allowed to ride from the squadron to the airfield in one of the trucks. Every time they turned around there was another loyalty oath to be signed. They signed a loyalty oath to get their pay from the finance officer, to obtain their PX supplies, to have their hair cut by the Italian barbers. To Captain Black, every officer who supported his Glorious Loyalty Oath Crusade was a competitor, and he planned and plotted twenty-four hours a day to keep one step ahead. He would stand second to none in his devotion to country. When other officers had followed his urging and introduced loyalty oaths of their own, he went them one better by making every son of a bitch who came to his intelligence tent sign two loyalty oaths, then three, then four; then he introduced the pledge of allegiance, and after that “The Star-Spangled Banner,” one chorus, two choruses, three choruses, four choruses.” – Catch 22, Joseph Heller
I have a theory that eventually all scientists secretly aspire to be mad scientists who use SCIENCE! for evil. Biologists? Breeding super-animals that will take over the world. Astronomers? Secretly trying to harness the power of cosmic rays with which to either build a death ray or turn themselves into Mr. Fantastic so they score a hot blonde for a wife. Geologists? Earth quake machines. Climatologists? Weather machine. Entymologists? Giant ants. Quantum Physicists? Create another Big Bang with themselves at the center so as to become God.
So what I’m saying is that T-Rex is thinking far too small.