We are confronted with a clash between truth and sentimentality. In a world ruled by sentimentality, everything is “nice.” It is a utopia in which there is no sin and everyone accepts everyone. C. S. Lewis had a more trenchant notion of what it is like to be “nice” and only “nice”. In his novel, That Hideous Strength (1945), he presents N.I.C.E. as “The National Institute for Coordinated Experiments” which was a front for sinister supernatural forces. If the truth is not nice, it is because it is liberating. And there are many people who simply do not want to be liberated. Liberation simply requires too much honesty and too much effort.