The Cat Sat On The Mat Is

What Do You Think Spies Are: Priests, Saints And Martyrs? They're A Squalid Procession Of Vain Fools, Traitors Too, Yes; Pansies, Sadists And Drunkards, People Who Play Cowboys And Indians To Brighten Their Rotten Lives.

In Itself, The Practice Of Deception Is Not Particularly Exacting; It Is A Matter Of Experience, Of Professional Expertise, It Is A Facility Most Of Us Can Acquire.

If There Is One Eternal Truth Of Politics, It Is That There Are Always A Dozen Good Reasons For Doing Nothing.

I Can't Think Of Anybody Worse To Live With.

Why Did I Desert Labour? Total Bloody Disillusionment. The Party Was A Corpse. It Had No Ideology, It Became Detached, Old, Spineless And Needed To Go.