How much longer are we going to do this? We have to talk about what happened." With a harsh laugh, he'd turned to me. "It's very simple. I want you, you want another, and I'm owed a wife.

I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.

When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart&#39;s the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

When you&#39;re my age and you see a story, you better go for it pretty quickly. I&#39;d just like to get a few more novels under my belt.

Written By John le Carre

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