Damned Harvard amateurs, he laughed to himself. Collins had probably aced all the classes at Langley and Harvard before that, but the one thing the Agency couldn’t teach any of them was common sense. Still, Thomson knew that a victory like this was like wetting your dark pants on a cold winter’s day. It gave you a momentary warm glow until the cold chill of reality took over again.
(from Thursday At
Noon, by William
F. Brown)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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