‘The first duty of an underground worker is to perfect not only his cover story but also his cover personality.’ (Kim Philby, My silent war. London, Panther, 1969, p. 180).
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014
COVER PERSONALITY
‘The first duty of an underground worker is to perfect not only his cover story but also his cover personality.’ (Kim Philby, My silent war. London, Panther, 1969, p. 180).
Monday, June 3, 2013
THREE POSSIBLE WAYS
There
were three
possible ways of punishing man for
the Fall: the mildest was the way
actually used, expulsion from
Paradise; the second was destruction of
Paradise; the third – and this would
have been the most terrible
punishment of all – was the cutting off of life everlasting and leaving everything else as it was.
Franz Kafka, The Third
Notebook from The Blue Octavo Notebooks, Cambridge, Exact Change, 1991
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
IT'S A BATTLEFIELD 2
He opened his eyes and saw Milly, quite clearly, in relief against the reading-lamp, blackness all round her and he was aware that she was bewildered and hopeless and needed him and that he was dying; it seemed to him that she was watching him with horror as if he was the first of all men whom sooner or later she must come to know; he unsealed his ears and heard the breathing catch in her throat. He put his foot against the rail and urged his jaw to open, his muscles to respond; then there was pain
and a sense of something breaking and the taste of blood and his throat filling and a struggle to
breathe.
He never knew that he screamed in spite of his broken
jaw; but with curious irrelevance, out of the darkness, after they had left him and
his pulses had ceased beating and he was dead, consciousness returned for a fraction of a second, as if his brain had been a hopelessly shattered
mirror, of which one piece caught a passing light. He saw and his brain recorded the sight: twelve men lying uneasily awake in the public ward with the wireless headpieces clamped across their
ears, and a nurse reading under a lamp, and nobody beside his bed.
Text: Graham Greene, It’s A Battlefield (1934)
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