For All The Flailing And Huffing And

Survival...is An Infinite Capacity For Suspicion.

Out Of Date, Perhaps, But Who Wasn't These Days? Out Of Date, But Loyal To His Own Time. At A Certain Moment, After All, Every Man Chooses: Will He Go Forward, Will He Go Back? There Was Nothing Dishounorable In Not Being Blown About By Every Little Modern Wind. Better To Have Worth, To Entrench, To Be An Oak Of One's Own Generation.

In The Last 15 Or 20 Years, I've Watched The British Press Simply Go To Hell. There Seems To Be No Limit, No Depths To Which The Tabloids Won't Sink. I Don't Know Who These People Are But They're Little Pigs.

Life Was To Be A Search, Or Nothing! But It Was The Fear That It Was Nothing That Drove Me Forward. Every Encounter Was An Encounter With Myself.

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.