The New Men by C.P. Snow

I decided to report that conversation about the use of the bomb to Hector Rose. To him it seemed almost unbelievably academic.

‘I fancy our masters will cross that bridge when they come to it,' he said. He was as impatient as he ever allowed himself to be. Scientists talked too much; here they were, speculating about ethical dilemmas which might never arise, as though they were back in their student days. ‘But I'm grateful to you for keeping me in the picture, my dear Eliot, many, many thanks,'