'The Man Who Never Was,' by Ewen Montagu, remains the best book about wartime espionage written by an active participant - incomplete, and dry in parts, it nonetheless summons up the ingenuity and sheer eccentricity of those who played this strange and dangerous game.
In athletics, the idea of possibility is presumed. It's not 'if;' it's 'how.'
I'm just an ordinary, walking-down-the-street, mother of two children who sings for her supper.
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