 Why is O'Leary and the Warden at odds?
His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his nostrils. He was a captain of guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to its inmates as the Jug—and if he hadn't been able to detect the scent of trouble brewing a cell-block away, he would never have survived to reach his captaincy. And, what was more important, why she couldn't adjust herself to it, now that she was in. It said in the Civil Service Guide to Prison Administration : "Detainees will be permitted to speak in their own behalf in disciplinary proceedings." And O'Leary was a man who lived by the book. That old witch Mathias never told me I was supposed to mop up. He handed the rap sheet to Sodaro and said absently: "Too bad a kid like her has to be here. The ultimate should be the complete segregation of each specialization—social and genetic measures to make them breed true, because the unspecialized man is an uncivilized man, or at any rate he does not advance civilization. And letting the specializations mix would produce genetic undesirables: clerk-laborer or Professional-GI misfits, for example, being only half specialized, would be good at no specialization. O'Leary was a broad-minded man and many times he had thought almost with a touch of envy how comfortable it must be to be a wipe—a laborer .
 O'Leary knows that something is wrong, but can't push the matter because it would go against their specializations.
 The Warden doesn't want to be aware of any problems, and so dismisses O'Leary's worries.  The Warden knows that O'Leary has thoughts of switching jobs.  O'Leary knows that something is wrong, but can't push the matter because it would go against their specializations.  The Warden is taking pills, and it's warping his judgement. O'Leary knows this.