The Looking Glass War Page #2

Good. Be a hammer.

Forge him into the instrument

we need.

Gentlemen,

we open Operation Mayfly.

Red security drill in force.

Your woollies, John.

l'm sending you to Helsinki.

Do you know anything

about Taylor's wife?

How's the chest?

l have exactly the same cough

l've had since 1 941 .

-That is mine, get out!

-Watch it!

Why would Taylor live in a place

like this?

Don't know, John.

-Perhaps we should have telephoned.

-Something one does face to face.

They died every day then.

ln the war.

l'm ashamed.

Can't even remember their names.

-Hello.

-Hello.

-Where's your mother?

-Gone to work.

-Who looks after you, then?

-l do. l'm not to open the door.

Where is she?

Where does she go?

Work.

-Who tucks you up?

-What?

-Who puts you to bed?

-l do, like a good girl.

-Where's your father?

-He's gone on an airplane...

...to get money.

lt's a secret.

Tell your mother men were here

from your father's office.

We'll call again tomorrow, teatime.

-He's gone on an airplane.

-Yes, but it's a secret between us.

Don't tell anyone.

We'll come and see you later.

-You go to bed now. Good night.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Good night.

The Swedish solution,

that's what we want.

Swedish?

What do you mean, Swedish?

Well, you know, free abortions,

socialism, free everything.

-Swedish.

-Well, what do you mean?

Well, disengagement.

-We can't fight, we can't negotiate.

-You're up late.

So disengage.

-No. That's a good point.

-Get out of NATO.

Hire a firm of business accountants.

What does John say?

-John? John.

-No one ever knows what John does.

He doesn't tell me. l blab.

Trouble is, too many old people.

We should reach 50 in decency.

A pill. Silent, painless, free.

-They'll do it in Sweden first.

-Sweden's a dream.

Well, the Eskimos always look after

their old people.

Mother's too old to boil the walrus...

...they float her out to sea

on an icecap.

Swedish girls at home aren't

like they are in Paris or London.

-Neither are Englishmen in Sweden.

-Oh, they aren't!

You could at least say good night

to your guests.

l can't take David's

pearls of political wisdom tonight.

What gives you a right to be superior?

-Don't start!

-Get mad, you cold son of a b*tch!

Lose control just for once.

Bloody bastard!

Shut up!

Good evening.

You can't understand the department.

You don't want to.

You resent my being secret.

You despise me

when l break the rules.

What are you hiding?

You a martyr, John?

Should l admire you

for your sacrifices?

l'm a technician.

You mean you're nothing.

A whore's a technician.

Well, l happen to love my country!

We're fighting a lonely battle,

in the dark.

Nobody thanks us for it.

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