A Le Carré nugget:
I pressed him and he got shirty.
Oh the old wicked master of puns.
Found in "A Small Town In Germany" (aka Bonn)
But no worries: Special investigator Alan Turner's got it all ironed out in the end, well sort of.
For, annoyingly so, the end in Le Carré's novels never ever is a happy one.
But then Le Carré holds out a a quantum of solace now and then, such as:
No dawn is ever wholly ominous.
The earth is too much its own master;
the cries, the colors and the scents too confident to sustain our grim foreboding.
Heidi 2.o meint: The earth is too much its own master... Ja so etwas konnte man 1968 wirklich noch glauben....Hippies und die Mutter Erde.
Sonntag, 7. Februar 2010
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