When being shouted at, asked insane, unanswerable questions, I was not allowed to not answer. I had to come up with something, that would then be used against me, having no refuge from the interrogation, no recourse. I wanted silence.
Admiring how George Smiley does not respond to provocative questions, wishing I'd known him then.
The memory of smoke
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