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Our Game
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John le Carré7,911 ratings, 3.69 average rating, 522 reviews
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“There are two golden rules to being interrogated, and I had already flouted both of them. The first is never volunteer extraneous detail. The second is never tell a direct lie unless you are able to stick it out to the bitter end.”
― Our Game
― Our Game
“That's what happens with undergraduate friendships. What was charming twenty-five years ago becomes a pest. You grow up. Your friends don't. You adjust. They stay the same. They become old kids, then they become bores. That's when you switch off.”
― Our Game
― Our Game
“walked, and wherever I looked the madness of history answered me. In the old GUM building, once host to the world’s most unwearable clothes, burly women of the new Russian rich sampled dresses by Hermès and scents by Estée Lauder, while their chauffeur-driven limousines waited in line outside, bodyguards and chase cars in attendance. Yet glance up and down the street, and there were the skeletons of yesterday dangling from their grimy gibbets: iron quarter-moons with the rusting stars of Soviet triumphalism trailing from their tails, hammers and sickles carved into crumbling façades, fragmented Partyspeak scrawled in drunken tracery against the rain-swept sky. And everywhere, as evening gathered, the beacons of the true conquerors flashing out their gospel: “Buy us, eat us, drink us, wear us, drive us, smoke us, die of us! We are what you get instead of slavery!”
― Our Game
― Our Game
“I dare not think what seditious opinions are swaying his moody, impressionable nature, filling the vacuum of his constant boredom.”
― Our Game
― Our Game
“When people panic, he said, they panic upward. They make for lifts, escalators, stairs, any way to go up, not down. By the time the boys go in, anyone who is not too petrified to move is in the attic.”
― Our Game
― Our Game
“There are two golden rules to being interrogated, and I had already flouted both of them.”
― Our Game
― Our Game
“It’s my innocence,” he explains. “Your what?” He reiterates, very precisely. “Our problem, Timbo, is my purblind, incurable, omnivorous innocence. I can’t leave life alone. I love it. Its fictions and its facts. I love everybody, all the time. Best of all I love whoever I was speaking to last.” “And the corollary to that?” “And the corollary to that is that you’ve got to be jolly careful what you ask of me. Because I’ll do it. You’re such an eloquent swine. Such a brick. Got to be sparing, follow me? Ration yourself. Don’t take all of me all the time.”
― Our Game
― Our Game
