From The Screwtape Letters:
The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid “dens of crime” that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voice.
Say what you will about Lewis’s political and social ideas, or about his theology, but you can’t deny that he was one of the great masters of persuasive English prose, up there with Orwell and Bertrand Russell. It’s strange, but I can’t think of an American since Lincoln I’d put in that class.