"and he noticed how he was leaning"
January. The sun sets early and the mornings are dark. In December, a friend invited me to read a book with her and I said yes. It was a long book, the semi-autobiographical spy novel by John Le Carré, titled A Perfect Spy. It's about a man named Magnus Pym, a member of the British secret service who has spent his lengthy career operating as a double agent for Czech intelligence efforts.
I started it and thought, "well shit, this was written before AI." Written in the time before so much written content had the same tinny muzak tone to...