Word: london
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...time predinner cocktails are served, the mood is cheerier. "We were marvelous amateurs," sighs Margaret Sherman, a Norwalk, Conn., housewife who served in a counterintelligence unit in London and Paris. Donovan ignored the advice of the creator of James Bond, Author Ian Fleming, who as a British naval intelligence officer in 1941 described the ideal spy as middleaged, sober, discreet and experienced. Instead, Wild Bill sought out impatient young people who did not mind being bold or even "calculatingly reckless...
...Duff, a retired book publisher who was sent to Algiers to recruit agents for spying in France, recalls one example: "We had a chap in Cairo who designed a land mine that looked remarkably like a camel turd. He put it in the diplomatic pouch and sent it to London. I'm not sure they knew quite what to make of it." Thibaut de Saint Phalle, now a director of the Export-Import Bank, discovered that Chinese pirates were very adept at blowing up Japanese ships, and he went to the offshore island of Quemoy to recruit them...
...solution to the Ulster conundrum. Margaret Thatcher's Tory government has installed a trio of new commanders in Northern Ireland, headed by Britain's famed spy master, Sir Maurice Oldfield, as supreme "security coordinator" for the area. There is a new level of cooperation between Dublin and London on security measures, notably in a secret agreement that allows helicopters of each side to overfly borders for up to ten miles in pursuit of terrorists...
...shipment included M60 machine guns, Armalite rifles (snipers' weapons) and 40,000 rounds of ammunition. Another concern is moral backing of the I.R.A. by some U.S. politicians, whom Lynch accuses of hobbling the cause of peace. On the eve of his departure from Dublin, Lynch talked with TIME London Bureau Chief Bonnie Angelo about Ireland's troubles and the American role in them...
...what one might expect in a British literary lion. Chatting amiably in the sitting room of his house near London's Regent's Park, Victor Sawdon Pritchett seems more like a rural school master. There is a comfortable, unstudied eclecticism about him. His checkered trousers, striped shirt and plaid jacket have an odd camouflaging effect, especially when he stands against a large glass case containing a Victorian bouquet of stuffed pheasants, birds of paradise and a platypus. He offers no sharp opinions, no bulletins on the state of the arts...