Without A Pen In My Hand I

The Cold War Was Over Long Before It Was Officially Declared Dead.

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

Once You've Lived The Inside-out World Of Espionage, You Never Shed It. It's A Mentality, A Double Standard Of Existence.

Yet It's Not For Want Of Future That I'm Here, He Thought. It's For Want Of A Present.

The Only Reward For Love Is The Experience Of Loving.