The four old spies are long past any James Bond-style exploits, and these days meet up mostly at the funerals of former colleagues, after which they typically enjoy an hour or two complaining about the relaxation of standards at Britain's security services. The latest indignity: The Director has recently sent round a most discourteous directive that the four are under no circumstances to consider writing their memoirs. Well, they are not to be ordered about like some band of errand-boys! They served their country with honor, and the country has the right to know it. In fact, the country ought to know it. In fact, if you think about it, publishing their memoirs is not merely a right -- to which they are perfectly entitled, no matter what the Director says -- it's more by way of a...a... patriotic duty. Unfortunately, the Director doesn't see it quite that way.

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Disordely elements