Now, lets set another scene. You’re a tobacco company executive. Your company makes hundreds of millions of dollars each year, you’ve got a private estate in Connecticut, you play a leisurely eighteen holes with the governor every weekend and your congressmen takes your calls any time, day or night. There’s only one cloud on your clear horizon, and it’s that blasted scientist and his research that you wish you’d never commissioned in the first place.
Review: Merchants of Doubt