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A good second is Graham Greene’s ‘Our Man in Havana’. Surely an exercise in what totally outlandish ridiculous rubbish can I write and get away with it. The only spooky thing is, he wrote ‘The Quiet American’ which in hindsight seemed to accurately predict the Vietnam War and ‘Our Man in Havana’, eerily mirrors the Cuban missile crisis some seven years after it was published. It seems once you have achieved ‘fame and fortune’ anything you produce is lauded.

Love and Peace = John

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