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Hannah 2022-03-14 08:01:02
The old spy's last look at the sea
In "Berlin Spy", Limas gave up his last life when his lover was shot under the Berlin Wall and resolutely chose the ending of martyrdom. In fact, there was a foreshadowing.
"Around eleven o'clock the next morning, he decided to go for a walk by the sea. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at the...
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Kamryn 2022-03-14 08:01:02
The last straw that broke Limas
Discover a new interpretation of why Limas, the protagonist of "Berlin", went back to the east of the wall to find death - because his colleague Smiley, who came to meet him on the west side of the wall, asked him where the heroine was.
At that time, he was in the hesitation between his recently...
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Liana 2022-03-25 09:01:23
Noir's nucleus under espionage. The story is concise and can be reversed many times, and the narrative is effective at the same time fully depicting the human nature of the protagonist and the ruthless cruelty of the system. Whether it is a spy who enters the system or an ordinary person who seems to have nothing to do with the system, in the end they are the so-called pawns in the overall situation. In the end, I almost didn't understand Nancy's ending. The innocents always get slaughtered.
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Graham 2022-04-22 07:01:55
I think this is one of the originators of mind-based spy films. Le Carré's early works, but this one is quite powerful. It's called a spy, but it's the daily life of chai, rice, oil and salt. The atmosphere of the Cold War is oppressive. High-level intrigue, and dying for love. . .
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The Spy Who Came in from the Cold quotes
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Nan Perry: Well, they returned you to me. I'm so grateful. So grateful! I cut tonight's party meeting.
Alec Leamas: Oh, well, well! Thank you for putting me above history.
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Alec Leamas: It was a foul, foul operation, but it paid off.
Nan Perry: Who for?
Alec Leamas: What the hell do you think spies are? Moral philosophers measuring everything they do against the word of God or Karl Marx? They're not! They're just a bunch of seedy, squalid bastards like me: little men, drunkards, queers, henpecked husbands, civil servants playing cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten little lives. Do you think they sit like monks in a cell, balancing right against wrong? Yesterday I would have killed Mundt because I thought him evil and an enemy. But not today. Today he is evil and my friend. London needs him. They need him so that the great, moronic masses you admire so much can sleep soundly in their flea-bitten beds again. They need him for the safety of ordinary, crummy people like you and me...
Nan Perry: You killed Fiedler!
Alec Leamas: How big does a cause have to be before you kill your friends? What about your Party? There's a few million bodies on that path!
