Insidious

"The laughable part," Thea reflected, "is that you'd think from all the shit we've stirred up that we're some kind of major threat."

Urquhart held his cheroot between his teeth and grimaced. "I'm a pretty dangerous type. Don't know about you."

"That's rich, Boris." She spread the mail out over the top layer of clutter on her desk. "Christ, all we're trying to do is revise a University humanities requirement. Don't people have better things to worry about?"

Urquhart picked up a swatch of newsprint. "The actions of the Revised Curriculum Committee represent a perilous trend, one that may insidiously undermine traditional values in American higher education."

Thea shook her head. "And that's probably one of the nicer ones."