Smiley Was Soaked To The Skin And

Most People Like To Read About Intrigue And Spies. I Hope To Provide A Metaphor For The Average Reader's Daily Life. Most Of Us Live In A Slightly Conspiratorial Relationship With Our Employer And Perhaps With Our Marriage.

You Have No Idea How Humiliating It Was, As A Boy, To Suddenly Have All Your Clothes, Your Toys, Snatched By The Bailiff. I Mean We Were A Middle-class Family, It's Not As If It Was Happening Up And Down The Street. It Made Me Ashamed, I Felt Dirty.

Smiley Was Soaked To The Skin And God As A Punishment Had Removed All Taxis From The Face Of London.

Novelists Are Not Equipped To Make A Movie, In My Opinion. They Make Their Own Movie When They Write: They're Casting, They're Dressing The Scene, They're Working Out Where The Energy Of The Scene Is Coming From And They're Also Relying Tremendously On The Creative Imagination Of The Reader.

George Smiley: [quoting An Old Letter From Bill Haydon About Jim Prideaux] He Has That Heavy Quiet That Commands. He's My Other Half. Between Us We'd Make One Marvelous Man. He Asks Nothing Better Than To Be In My Company Or That Of My Wicked, Divine Friends, And I'm Vastly Tickled By The Compliment. He's Virgin, About Eight Foot Tall, And Built By The Same Firm That Did Stonehenge