A Committee Is An Animal

I Grew Up In A Completely Bookless Household. It Was My Father's Boast That He Had Never Read A Book From End To End. I Don't Remember Any Of His Ladies Being Bookish. So I Was Entirely Dependent On My Schoolteachers For My Early Reading With The Exception Of The Wind In The Willows, Which A Stepmother Read To Me When I Was In Hospital.

I Think The Greatest Single Enemy Is The Misuse Of Information, The Perversion Of Truth In The Hands Of Terribly Skillful People.

There Is A Terrible Alienation In The Ordinary Man Between What He Is Being Told And What He Secretly Believes.

Treason Is Very Much A Matter Of Habit, Smiley Decided.

It's The Oldest Question Of All, George. Who Can Spy On The Spies?