“A group of hopeless idiots all banding together to solve a seemingly impossible task, is that it?” Sweet William was scornfully amused. “Yes indeed, that sounds just like the kind of story you must like, sweetie—but it’s just as good a description of a paranoid religious cult. ‘Oh, no! Only we clever few understand that the world is coming to an end! But if we move into these storm drains and wear our special aluminum foil hats, we alone will be saved!’
