"So what's your name, George? Sherlock Holmes dogging his poor old Moriarty? Captain Ahab chasing his big… — John le Carré
"So what's your name, George? Sherlock Holmes dogging his poor old Moriarty? Captain Ahab chasing his big white whale? Who are you?"
Smiley did not reply.
"Wish I had an enemy, I must say," Enderby remarked, turning a few pages. "Been looking for one for donkey's years. Haven't I, Sam?"
"Night and day, Chief," Sam Collins agreed heartily, and sent his master a confiding grin.
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