"He looked across the river into the darkness again, and an unholy vertigo seized him as the very evil he had fought against seemed to reach out and possess him and claim him despite his striving, calling him a traitor also; mocking him, yet at the same time applauding his betrayal. On Karla has descended the curse of Smiley's compassion; on Smiley the curse of Karla's fanaticism. I have destroyed him with the weapons I abhorred, and they are his. We have crossed each other's frontiers, we are the no-men, of this no-man's land."
A near perfect ending for one of the, if not THE, best trilogies ever. Is there a better summation for the place we find ourselves HERE and NOW in this the 21st century? Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
was a fantastic spy novel that owed lots to Greene; The Honourable Schoolboy
was another fantastic spy novel that owed lots to Conrad; but with Smiley's people, you read it and realize John le Carré owes nobody nishto now.