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‘Just as with those Doric pillars of ancient Athens’ Acropolis, one need only apply that initial force of imbalance, and a whole civilisation collapses under the weight of its own decadence.’ To give added weight to these words, the informer contact, codename, COMPASS, looked up from his cup of black coffee and around him at the swaying piles of fish baskets being trundled along on trolleys, from trawlers to quayside market stalls. ‘What one would call, I believe, in your most strange mother tongue, a push-over.’ He looked round, from the wobbling piles, in sharp scrutiny of his companion. ‘Would you agree, Mr Lewis?’
‘Yeah, sure thing; just as sure as my mother was Irish and came from Killarney, an’ all.’ Frank’s words came out in a weak impression of his imagined version of old Erin
