I Am Still Making Order Out Of

I Worked For Mi6 In The Sixties, During The Great Witch-hunts, When The Shared Paranoia Of The Cold War Gripped The Services.

We Have Learned In Recent Years To Translate Almost All Of Political Life In Terms Of Conspiracy. And The Spy Novel, As Never Before, Really, Has Come Into Its Own.

He Has The Gift Of Quiet.

By Repetition, Each Lie Becomes An Irreversible Fact Upon Which Other Lies Are Constructed.

I Used To Think It Was Clever To Confuse Comedy With Tragedy. Now I Wish I Could Distinguish Them.