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Review: 'The Trinity Six'
For those with an interest in espionage, the Cambridge Five remain well known. Five graduates of Trinity College Cambridge, the group infiltrated high levels positions inside the British government between the 1930s and 1950s and spied for the Soviet Union. They handed over names of agents, exposed entire operations, revealed details of the Enigma code-breaking effort, and helped to tip the Soviets off on efforts to build the atomic bomb. It took decades to expose all five but imagine, for a moment, that there was a sixth Cambridge spy. One who has managed to remain hidden but is now on the verge of being exposed. That is the premise of Charles Cumming's 2011 novel which sees the past coming back to haunt the present.
Matthew KresalPublished 7 years ago in GeeksDo You Know?
Do you know why everybody was Kung Fu fighting on a bridge over troubled water? Do you know the night they drove old Dixie down, was a long time before the night Chicago died? If so, then I'm sure you are aware that nights in white satin surrounded by the sound of silence are all right during the week, but everybody's working for the weekend because Saturday night's all right for fighting or for practicing your night moves down on Main Street at the Hotel California. If you disagree with me on this, you can take the highway to Hell or fly like an eagle over to sweet home Alabama.
Fred BobbittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAdventures of the Water Drops
Floating around in an oceanic womb. Some so deep in the liquid tomb. Individually invisible to the naked eye. Until they fall from the sky.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWHO Be You?
Who do you want to be? you are who you want to be dont be fake like those old wallabies today Butterfly, tomorrow might be a Bee
Her Smile
Did you see? She was wiping away tears. You didn't ask her why. And she never told. She only smiled. The next time, you saw.
Shane KindrewPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBalloon Without a String
I was like a balloon on a child's wrist. Being tugged and yanked, my every move was his. All that force began to fray the tether.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSmile
Some mornings are harder than others. You wake up and look at yourself in the mirror. You wonder where you went wrong, why you're not enough.
Aeryka FraustoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLive Your Life
As the days go by I can't help but wonder What is life really supposed to be? Is it to discover the new? To gather as much knowledge possible?
Shannan Cimino StewartPublished 7 years ago in Poets