Life Was To Be A Search, Or

Power Expands Through The Distribution Of Secrecy.

The Secret Intelligence Service I Knew Occupied Dusky Suites Of Little Rooms Opposite St James's Park Tube Station In London.

You Have No Idea How Humiliating It Was, As A Boy, To Suddenly Have All Your Clothes, Your Toys, Snatched By The Bailiff. I Mean We Were A Middle-class Family, It's Not As If It Was Happening Up And Down The Street. It Made Me Ashamed, I Felt Dirty.

History Keeps Her Secrets Longer Than Most Of Us. But She Has One Secret That I Will Reveal To You Tonight In The Greatest Confidence. Sometimes There Are No Winners At All. And Sometimes Nobody Needs To Lose.

It Is Also The Pardonable Vanity Of Lonely People Everywhere To Assume That They Have No Counterparts.