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bb352df
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Do you know what love is? I'll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray.
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love
espionage
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John le Carré |
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1b77d1e
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I have a theory which I suspect is rather immoral,' Smiley went on, more lightly. 'Each of us has only a quantum of compassion. That if we lavish our concern on every stray cat, we never get to the centre of things.
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espionage
spy
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John Le Carré |
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1e37bc1
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Haydon had found his charm again. He could do that at the drop of a hat. He drew you and he repelled you. I remember that exactly. He danced all ways for you, playing your emotions against each other because he had none of his own.
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espionage
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John le Carré |
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7d454ae
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Playing pool with Korean officials one evening in the Koryo Hotel, which has become the nightspot for foreign businessmen and an increasing number of diplomats (to say nothing of the burgeoning number of spies and journalists traveling under second identities), I was handed that day's edition of the . At first glance it seemed too laughable for words: endless pictures of the 'Dear Leader'--Little Boy's exalted title--as he was garlanded by adoring schoolchildren and heroic tractor drivers. Yet even in these turgid pages there were nuggets: a telegram congratulating the winner of the Serbian elections; a candid reference to the 'hardship period' through which the country had been passing; an assurance that a certain nuclear power plant would be closed as part of a deal with Washington. Tiny cracks, to be sure. But a complete and rigid edifice cannot afford fissures, however small. There appear to be no hookers, as yet, in Pyongyang. Yet if casinos come, can working girls be far behind? One perhaps ought not to wish for hookers, but there are circumstances when corruption is the only hope.
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casinos
koryo-hotel
prostitution-in-north-korea
serbia
serbian-election-2000
pool
espionage
prostitution
north-korea-and-wmd
journalism
north-korean-famine
pyongyang
the-pyongyang-times
united-states
kim-jong-il
north-korea
propaganda
diplomacy
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Christopher Hitchens |
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a395b0a
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Some men will never be heroes, some heroes will never be men, he thought, with urgent acknowledgements to Joseph Conrad.
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heroes
espionage
spy
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John le Carré |
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01b8a97
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"Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. "Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?" asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. "You always get your kicks pointing out defects?" retorted The Drippy Man. "Just curious. Never seen anything like it before." "I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants." "So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?" "Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?" Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. "He is quite sensitive," commented The Dry Advisor. "Who is he?" "A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does."
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writing
future
politics
books
dubai
economic-collapse
small-press
spy-thriller
espionage
end-of-the-world
conspiracy
dystopia
authors
economics
satire
maine
dystopian-fiction
writers
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Jeff Phillips |
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ee5e164
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Informants can be helpful, but they are never infallible. All tools can break, or be turned into weapons.
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the-great-game
espionage
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Raymond E. Feist |
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dbac892
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Noriega wound up like a baseball pitcher on top of the bed and hurled the small gun, but was low and outside for a ball. His tight-fitting house dress was bunched up high on his chubby thighs, exposing olive drab underwear. I see London, I see France, I see a crazy dictator's underpants! Chase's thoughts raced.
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fiction
espionage
panama
literary
thriller
spy
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Cole Alpaugh |