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And The Ideologies Trailed After These Impossible Events Like Condemned Prisoners, As Ideologies Do When They've Had Their Day. Because They Have No Heart Of Their Own. They're The Whores And Angels Of Our Striving Selves.

It Was Man Who Ended The Cold War In Case You Didn't Notice. It Wasn't Weaponry, Or Technology, Or Armies Or Campaigns. It Was Just Man. Not Even Western Man Either, As It Happened, But Our Sworn Enemy In The East, Who Went Into The Streets, Faced The Bullets And The Batons And Said: We've Had Enough. It Was Their Emperor, Not Ours, Who Had The Nerve To Mount The Rostrum And Declare He Had No Clothes. And The Ideologies Trailed After These Impossible Events Like Condemned Prisoners, As Ideologies Do When They've Had Their Day.

My Definition Of A Decent Society Is One That First Of All Takes Care Of Its Losers, And Protects Its Weak.

Most Of Us Live In A Condition Of Secrecy: Secret Desires, Secret Appetites, Secret Hatreds And Relationship With The Institutions Which Is Extremely Intense And Uncomfortable. These Are, To Me, A Part Of The Ordinary Human Condition. So I Don't Think I'm Writing About Abnormal Things. ... Artists, In My Experience, Have Very Little Center. They Fake. They Are Not The Real Thing. They Are Spies. I Am No Exception.

[my Novels] Introduce Levels Of Intelligence ... Moral Doubt [and] Self-doubt, Which May Not Pertain [to Real-world Espionage].