But I Think The Real Tension Lies

When It Comes To Recruiting People For The Secret World, What The Recruiters Are Looking For Is Pretty Much What I Had. I Was Unanchored, Looking For An Institution To Look After Me. I Had A Bit Of Larceny. I Understood Larceny. I Understood The Natural Criminality In People - Because It Was - It Was All Around Me. And I Have No Doubt There Was A Chunk Of It Inside Me Too. Once I Found That Identity, It Took Root In Me. It Exactly - It Gelled With The World That I'd Known In The Past.

For All The Flailing And Huffing And Puffing, There Is A Kind Of Fatality About The Process Of War-making And The Excuses We Find For It, The Consolation Of Belligerence In Politics.

It's Death, That's What I'm Suffering From. The Systematic Encroachment Of The Big D.

It Was Man Who Ended The Cold War In Case You Didn't Notice. It Wasn't Weaponry, Or Technology, Or Armies Or Campaigns. It Was Just Man. Not Even Western Man Either, As It Happened, But Our Sworn Enemy In The East, Who Went Into The Streets, Faced The Bullets And The Batons And Said: We've Had Enough. It Was Their Emperor, Not Ours, Who Had The Nerve To Mount The Rostrum And Declare He Had No Clothes. And The Ideologies Trailed After These Impossible Events Like Condemned Prisoners, As Ideologies Do When They've Had Their Day.

In The Hands Of Politicians Grand Designs Achieve Nothing But New Forms Of The Old Misery.