Without A Pen In My Hand I

Give A Man A Car Of His Own And He Leaves Humility And Common Sense Behind Him In The Garage.

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

...also Took For Granted That Secret Services Were The Only Real Measure Of A Nations Political Health, The Only Real Expression Of Its Subconscious.

During The Cold War, We Lived In Coded Times When It Wasn't Easy And There Were Shades Of Grey And Ambiguity.

If There Is One Eternal Truth Of Politics, It Is That There Are Always A Dozen Good Reasons For Doing Nothing.