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Survival...is An Infinite Capacity For Suspicion.

Gerald Westerby, He Told Himself. You Were Present At Your Birth. You Were Present At Your Several Marriages And At Some Of Your Divorces, And You Will Certainly Be Present At Your Funeral. High Time, In Our Considered View, That You Were Present At Certain Other Crucial Moments In Your History.

What Do You Think Spies Are: Priests, Saints And Martyrs? They're A Squalid Procession Of Vain Fools, Traitors Too, Yes; Pansies, Sadists And Drunkards, People Who Play Cowboys And Indians To Brighten Their Rotten Lives.

I Move My Lips When I Read -- I'm Painfully Slow -- So I Like Really Good English.

Look... We're Getting To Be Old Men, And We've Spent Our Lives Looking For The Weaknesses In One Another's Systems. I Can See Through Eastern Values Just As You Can See Through Our Western Ones. Both Of Us, I Am Sure, Have Experienced Ad Nauseam The Technical Satisfactions Of This Wretched War. But Now Your Own Side Is Going To Shoot You. Don't You Think It's Time To Recognise That There Is As Little Worth On Your Side As There Is On Mine?