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“... But why Blenkensop?”

“Why not?”

“It seems such an odd name to choose.”

“It was the first one I thought of and it's handy for underclothes.”

“What do you mean, Tuppence?”

“B, you idiot. B for Beresford, B for Blenkensop. Embroidered on my cami-knickers. Patricia Blenkensop. Prudence Beresford. Why did you choose Meadowes? It's a silly name.”

“To begin with,” said Tommy, “I don't have large B's embroidered on my pants... “




“It's an odd life this service of ours. We respect our adversaries and they respect us. You usually like your opposite number, you know - even when you're doing your best to down him.”

There was a silence as Tommy thought over the strange anomaly of war.




Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred in my heart.




Short snore, short snore, short snore - pause - long snore, long snore, long snore - pause - short snore, short snore, short snore...




It's got to be the way things tear you to pieces... It's got to be sorrow and bitterness and dust and ashes.




“Cut out the compliments,” said Tuppence. “I'm admiring myself a good deal, so there's no need for you to chime in.”