Our chambers were always full of chemicals and of criminal relics, which had a way of wandering into unlikely positions, and of turning up in the butter dish, or in even less desirable places.
“And whatever do we do? Martello demanded, getting up and coming round the table. “Weatherby’s not in here, George. He never entered the Colony. He can leave by the same damn route!”
“Please don’t shout at me,” Smiley said.
Guillam was standing his height, barring the way, and for an extraordinary moment it seemed possible that, broken shoulder notwithstanding, he proposed physically to restrain Martello from coming any closer to where Smiley sat.
‘Peter,’ Smiley said quietly. ‘I see there’s a telephone behind you. Perhaps you’d be good enough to pass it to me.’
I love Le Carre.
Above quotes from John Le Carre’s The Honourable Schoolboy.
The waiting room of the pretty Foreign Office conference house in Carlton Gardens was slowly filling up. People in twos and threes, ignoring each other, like mourners for a funeral. A printed notice hung on the wall saying ‘Warning, no confidential matter to be discussed’. Smiley and Guillam perched disconsolately beneath it, on a bench of salmon velvet.
– The Barons Confer, Chapter Eight of The Honourable Schoolboy by John Le Carre
For years, the various teams had complained to Estate that the lights were perpetually too dim to be of any use. Estate retorted that they were, after all, law enforcement, so they should have nothing to fear.
I still remember those days. Those bright shining days when you could look out the window and seriously believe you could conquer the world. Those days when Sophia and I were close as sisters. I miss them.
I heard a piano piece in the canteen that sounded like someone dancing on the edge of a cliff.
Athena (Boey) is a clever and reclusive girl and I met her today. I didn’t notice her yesterday: she was daydreaming quietly beside me.