Agent Running in the Field

by John le Carré

embuggerance,

The biggest gift you can give the young is time, and it was always in my mind that I hadn’t given Steff enough of it, and perhaps Ed’s parents hadn’t been any too generous in that respect either.

Both worshipped at the same shrine of nostalgic imperialism.

Or are we dealing with a case of what the Office shrinks are pleased to call camel’s-back syndrome, when the things you’re not allowed to talk about suddenly outweigh the things that you are, and you go down temporarily under the strain?

Mutual expressions of love are seldom impressive to anyone not taking part in them, but the things we said to each other that day – notably Prue to me – ring in my memory like a rallying call. It was as if, in one shove, she had pushed open an invisible door between us.

Point about Trump is, he’s a gang boss, born and bred. Brought up to screw civil society all ways up, not be part of it.

This, in a nutshell is why Dude couldn't be Hitler--or even Nixon.

Vollidiot.

I had wanted to tell him I was a decent man, but it was too late.