The Looking Glass War Quotes

“Do you know what love is? I'll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray.”
― John le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“There were times when he confronted his own image as a man confronts an empty valley, and the vision propelled him forward again to experience as despair compels us to extinction. Sometimes he was like a man in flight, but running toward the enemy, desperate to feel upon his vanishing body the blows that would prove his being; desperate to imprint upon his sad conformity the mark of real purpose, desperate perhaps, as Leclerc had hinted, to abdicate his conscience in order to discover God.”
― John le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“He was witnessing an insane relay race in which each contestant ran faster and longer than the last, arriving nowhere but his own destruction”
― John le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“For Heaven’s sake, Adrian, do you think Intelligence consists of unassailable philosophical truths? Does every priest have to prove that Christ was born on Christmas Day?”
― John le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“They’re crazy people, the English! That old fellow by the river: they think the Thames is the biggest river in the world, you know that? And it’s nothing! Just a little brown stream, you could nearly jump across it some places!”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Now Haldane swung round on Avery, furious. ‘You of all people should not complain! You wanted a faith, didn’t you? You wanted an eleventh Commandment that would match your rare soul!’ He indicated Smiley and Leclerc. ‘Well, here you have it: here is the law you were looking for. Congratulate yourself; you found it. We sent him because we needed to; we abandon him because we must. That is the discipline you admired.’ He turned to Smiley. ‘You too: I find you contemptible. You shoot us, then preach to the dying. Go away. We’re technicians, not poets. Go away!”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Leclerc said casually, everyone watching, ‘And the schedule? Who takes care of that? We’ve an agent in the field, you know.’ It was only a small point. ‘He’ll have to manage by himself.’ ‘The war rules.’ Leclerc spoke proudly. ‘We play the war rules. He knew that. He was well trained.’ He seemed reconciled; the thing was dismissed.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Smiley still did not go. ‘I wonder,’ he said. ‘You’ll never tell me, will you? I just wonder.’ He was not looking at Control. ‘My dear George, what has come over you?’ ‘We handed it to them. The passport that was cancelled . . . a courier service they never needed . . . a clapped-out wireless set . . . papers, frontier reports . . . who told Berlin to listen for him? Who told them what frequencies? We even gave Leclerc the crystals, didn’t we? Was that just Christian charity too? Plain, idiot Christian charity?’ Control was shocked. ‘What are you suggesting? How very distasteful. Who ever would do a thing like that?’ Smiley was putting on his coat. ‘Goodnight, George,’ Control said; and fiercely, as if he were tired of sensibility: ‘Run along. And preserve the difference between us: your country needs you. It’s not my fault they’ve taken so long to die.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Smiley watched him with scepticism. ‘We could have stopped them,’ he said. ‘We knew enough.’ ‘Of course we could,’ Control said blandly. ‘D’you know why we didn’t? Plain, idiot Christian charity. We let them have their war game.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“What Ministry?’ Smiley asked. ‘Leclerc’s. Have you any idea what’s going on?’ Smiley said, ‘Yes. Haven’t you?’ ‘Leclerc’s so vulgar. I admit, I find him vulgar. He thinks we compete. What on earth would I do with his dreadful militia? Scouring Europe for mobile laundries. He thinks I want to gobble him up.’ ‘Well, don’t you? Why did we cancel that passport?’ ‘What a silly man. A silly, vulgar man. However did Haldane fall for it?’ ‘He had a conscience once. He’s like all of us. He’s learnt to live with it.’ ‘Oh dear. Is that a dig at me?”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“He heard Johnson’s benign voice running on about the aerial: ‘If it’s indoors it’s a headache, and indoors it’ll be. Now listen: zig-zag fashion across the room, quarter the length of your wave and one foot below the ceiling. Space them wide as possible, Fred, and not parallel to metal girders, electric wires and that. And don’t double her back on herself, Fred, or you’ll muck her up properly, see?’ Always the joke, the copulative innuendo to aid the memory of simple men.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“He remembered Avery: the warmth and English decency of their early companionship; he remembered his young face glistening in the rain, and his shy, dazzled glance as he dried his spectacles, and he thought: he must have said thirty-two all the time. I misheard.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“He caught himself thinking, it’s all right for them, and he remembered that nothing ever bridged the gulf between the man who went and the man who stayed behind, between the living and the dying.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“When we met him he was a man without love. Do you know what love is? I’ll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray. We ourselves live without it in our profession. We don’t force people to do things for us. We let them discover love. And, of course, Leiser did, didn’t he? He married us for money, so to speak, and left us for love. He took his second vow. I wonder when.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“You know, it doesn’t seem real. In the war, there was no question. They went or they refused. Why did he go, Avery? Jane Austen said money or love, those were the only two things in the world. Leiser didn’t go for money.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“A hurried handshake and he walked away towards the hill. There were no fine words; not even from Leclerc. It was as if they had all taken leave of Leiser long ago. The last they saw of him was the rucksack gently bobbing as he disappeared into the darkness. There had always been a rhythm about the way he walked.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“I’ve been trying to remember,’ he continued, ‘at home. There was this school. A big courtyard like a barracks with nothing but windows and drainpipes. We used to bang a ball round after lunch. Then a gate, and a path to the church, and the river on the other side . . .’ He was laying out the town with his hands, placing bricks. ‘We went on Sunday, through the side door, the kids last, see?’ A smile of success. ‘That church was facing north,’ he declared, ‘not east at all.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“What does it look like?’ ‘It’s two pinned together. One for then, one for now. It’s in the index . . . live agents, we call it. Yours is the first name. You’re the best man we’ve got.’ He could imagine it now; the index was something they had built together. He could believe in it, like love. ‘You said it was alphabetical order,’ Leiser said sharply. ‘You said it was a special index for the best.’ ‘Big cases go to the front.’ ‘And men all over the world?’ ‘Everywhere.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“It was us three. The Captain, you and me. It was all right, then. Don’t worry about the others, John. They don’t matter.’ ‘That’s right, Fred.’ Leiser smiled. ‘It was the best ever, that week, John. It’s funny, isn’t it: we spend all our time chasing girls, and it’s the men that matter; just the men.’ ‘You’re one of us, Fred. You always were; all the time your card was there, you were one of us. We don’t forget.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“As Leiser put on each unfamiliar thing, the cheap, baggy trousers of coarse serge, broad at the foot and gathered at the waist, the grey, threadbare jacket with arched pleats, the shoes, brown with a bright unhealthy finish, he seemed to shrink before their eyes, returning to some former estate which they had only guessed at. His brown hair, free from oil, was streaked with grey and fell undisciplined upon his head. He glanced shyly at them, as if he had revealed a secret; a peasant in the company of his masters.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Avery, sitting next to Leiser, was sunk in his own thoughts. He realised with what he took to be utter detachment that, whilst his own mission had unfolded as comedy, Leiser was to play the same part as tragedy; that he was witnessing an insane relay race in which each contestant ran faster and longer than the last, arriving nowhere but at his own destruction.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“By way of emphasis the Western side is adorned with the grotesque statuary of political impotence: a plywood model of the Brandenburg Gate, the screws rusting in their sockets, rises absurdly from an untended field; notice boards, broken by wind and rain, display fifteen-year-old slogans across an empty valley.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“The extreme northern part of the frontier which divides the two halves of Germany is largely a thing of depressing inconsequence. Those who look eagerly for dragon’s teeth and substantial fortifications will be disappointed. It crosses land of considerable variety; gullies and small hills overgrown with bracken and patches of untended forest. Often the Eastern defences are set so far behind the demarcation line as to be hidden from Western eyes – only a forward pillbox, crumbling roads, a vacated farmhouse or an occasional observation tower excite the imagination.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“What’s a prospect, sir?’ Leiser inquired. ‘A view, an outlook.’ ‘What’s it for? What’s it for on the map, please?’ Leclerc smiled patiently. ‘For purposes of orientation, Fred.’ Leiser got up and examined the chart closely. ‘And this is the church?’ ‘That’s right, Fred.’ ‘Why does it face north? Churches go from east to west. You’ve got the entrance on the eastern side where the altar should be.’ Haldane leant forward, the index finger of his right hand resting on his lip. ‘It’s only a sketch map,’ Leclerc said. Leiser returned to his place and sat to attention, straighter than ever. ‘I see. Sorry.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Leclerc now addressed himself to the question of Leiser’s target; he gave a résumé of the indicators, implying somehow that they only confirmed suspicions which he himself had long harboured. He employed a tone which Avery had not heard in him before. He sought to imply, as much by omission and inference as by direct allusion, that theirs was a Department of enormous skill and knowledge, enjoying in its access to money, its intercourse with other services and in the unchallenged authority of its judgements an unearthly, oracular immunity, so that Leiser might well have wondered why, if all this were so, he need bother to risk his life at all.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Leclerc had a habit, when making a joke, of holding himself at attention and lifting his heels from the ground as if to launch his wit upon the higher air.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“They sat down. Leclerc stood a little away from them. He had hung a map on the wall. By some indefinable means – it may have been his maps, it may have been the precision of his language, or it may have been his strict deportment, which so elusively combined purpose with restraint – Leclerc evoked in that hour that same nostalgic, campaigning atmosphere which had informed the briefing in Blackfriars Road a month before. He had the illusionist’s gift, whether he spoke of rockets or wireless transmission, of cover or the point at which the border was to be crossed, of implying great familiarity with his subject. ‘Your target is Kalkstadt’ – a little grin – ‘hitherto famous only for a remarkably fine fourteenth-century church.’ They laughed, Leiser too. It was so good, Leclerc knowing about old churches.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“In the war it was easier because, however bad it got, you thought one day we’d win. Even if you were picked up, you thought, “They’ll come and get me, they’ll drop some men or make a raid.” You knew they never would, see, but you could think it. You just wanted to be left alone to think it. But nobody wins this one, do they?”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Woodford had brought drawings of Soviet rockets. They had been made by Ministry draughtsmen from photographs held in Research Section, enlarged to about two foot by three, neatly mounted on showcards. Some were stamped with a security classification. Prominent features were marked with arrows; the nomenclature was curiously childish: fin, cone, fuel compartment, payload. Beside each rocket stood a gay little figure like a penguin in a flying helmet, and printed beneath him: ‘size of average man’.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“There was a particularly absurd scene one breakfast. Leiser raised the lid of a jam-pot, peered inside and, turning to Avery, asked, ‘Is this bee-honey?’ Johnson leant across the table, knife in one hand, bread and butter in the other. ‘We don’t say that, Fred. We just call it honey.’ ‘That’s right, honey. Bee-honey.’ ‘Just honey,’ Johnson repeated. ‘In England we just call it honey.’ Leiser carefully replaced the lid, pale with anger. ‘Don’t you tell me what to say.”
― John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War