Ursula Le Guin Book, of course. Uh I seem to remember a rather Stupid rendition sometime back; I don't think you Can 'do this' for the only-visual impaired adsorber of stuff. I thought.. it wasn't a bad imitation of, Each Day:
Siva opens eyes. A Universe appears.
(and of course - you have "always" been in That one and so - - )

But back at the Institute:
Evangelist shows up .. (Maybe - Pat Boone??) with small entourage. Guess maybe it was thought best not to refuse, reinforce Godless-Commyintellekshuls logo, and maybe get somebody sic'ed on us. Well.. with so much self-congratulatory Goodness around for 20 min. or so -- I think that was the night that the chug a mug record was broken at 0.86 seconds. See: you open your throat and ... pour. (Has to be warmish, so any Brits have an advantage)

Now we had no such attractions as umm, a winsome lass, brain petrified into early-Reponess :( but I guess the above report indicates that the neo-repos have figured out that, a little bit of sugar makes the medicine go down. I'm still trying to get imagination around '20 yos + suits' enroute to being Suits, but surrendering to homogenization so. early.
{I see shrieking neurons - certain they will Never be given any Work! Contemplating seppuku.}

(In fairness though - we must remember with shame that.. early-on in the
GTF Outta going to exotic new places, meeting new people and killing them er Movements:
females were tacitly expected to deal with file drawers / and/or no drawers / and leave the organizin stuff to Guys who'd 'read' Proust - ya wouldn't wanna die on the barricades with someone not cuth, right?)

{sigh}

Luck with your person-in-transition. I'll just assume that you will make proper use of the maxim, Comfort the afflicted; afflict the comfortable..


Ashton
Who hadn't really contemplated driving down there for the free pabulum, in my Mad Hatter 10/6 hat...