Our Man in Havana

by Graham Greene

‘No, no. It’s not like that. My worry isn’t this year’s or even next year’s, it’s a long-term worry.’ ‘Then it’s not worth calling a worry. We live in an atomic age, Mr Wormold. Push a button—piff bang—where are we? Another Scotch, please.’

‘You should dream more, Mr Wormold. Reality in our century is not something to be faced.’

It always seemed strange to Wormold that he continued to exist for others when he was not there.

‘Thank goodness, no. As long as nothing happens anything is possible, you agree?

‘Please would you mind telling me how they are going to murder me? You see, it interests me personally.’

‘Two strange stories—they cancel out. Probably there was no poison and the dog just died.