That's the trouble with living in a police state, he said to himself; you think—you imagine—the police are behind everything. You get paranoid and think they're beaming information to you in your sleep, to subliminally control you. Actually the police wouldn't do that. The police are our friends.
Or was that idea beamed to me subliminally? he wondered suddenly. The police are our friends. The hell they are!
Chapter 1 (p. 6) - Lies, Inc. (1984)