Hotel’s full up, I’m afraid, Mr. Roper, Jonathan rehearsed in another last-ditch effort to fend off the inevitable. Herr Meister is desolated. A temporary clerk has made an unpardonable error. However...
He would set up as a mild eccentric, discursive, withdrawn, but possessing one or two lovable habits such as muttering to himself as he bumbled along pavements. Out of date, perhaps, but who wasn't th...
He was learning to live on several planes at once. The art of it was to forget everything except the ground you stood on and the face you spoke from at that moment.
He knew how intelligent men could be broken by the stupidity of their superiors, how weeks of patient work night and day could be cast aside by such a man.
He hated to be alone, but people bored him.
He hated to be alone, but people bored him. Being alone was like being tired, but unable
Even his Englishness was a well-kept secret.
Can't you see it's the same? The same guns, the same children dying in the streets? Only the dream has changed, the blood is the same colour. Is that what you want?
But gossip must see its characters in black and white, equip them with sins and motives easily conveyed in the shorthand of conversation.
Because he was good!’ Smiley snapped, and there was a startled silence everywhere, while he recovered himself. ‘Vladimir’s father was an Estonian and a passionate Bolshevik, Oliver,’ he resumed in a c...
And what’s life if it isn’t invention? Starting with inventing yourself.
And all right, it’s Merrie bloody England, it’s Laura bloody Ashley, it’s ale and pasties and yo-ho for Cornwall, and tomorrow morning all these nice, sweet people will be back at each other’s throats...
All righ, Pendel had lied to him, if lying was the word. He had told Osnard what he wanted to hear and gone to extraordinary lengths to obtain it for him, including making it up. Some people lied beca...
Alec, what do you believe in? Don't laugh-tell me.' She waited and at last he said:'I believe an eleven bus will take me to Hammersmith. I don't believe it's driven by Father Christmas.
According to our anarchist writers, world conflict should lead to creative chaos. If such chaos is intelligently exploited, a free society will emerge. But when I looked about me, I was forced to acce...
Also took for granted that secret services were the only real measure of a nations political health, the only real expression of its subconscious.
It's a law. A man's got to pay for his own dreams.
What is conviction? How do we identify it? How can we know that we should be guided by it? Is it to be found in the heart, or in the intellect? And what if it is only to be found in the one and not th...
Changeful, occasionally wise and sympathetic. He knew how intelligent men could be broken by the stupidity of their superiors, how weeks of patient work night and day could be cast aside by such a man...
Breath and caught the