Jig

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Genres: Fiction
‘This business with Walter Whiteford. Utterly vile, Frank.’ Frank Pagan looked from the window of the Undersecretary’s office. A barge was making its way up the River Thames, leaving a wake like a water beetle.
‘Why are these assassinations always so vile?’ the Under-secretary asked. It was not so much a question as a reflection on the lack of common decency in the world. The Under-secretary defined decency in terms of the right breeding, the right schools, and ultimately something that was called ‘good form,’ itself a consequence of being expensively raised and expensively educated. It was a vicious circle of privilege, and Pagan sometimes resented it.
Pagan was surrounded every day of his working life with members of the Old School Tie Network, characters who talked casually about going up to Scotland where they had property reserved entirely for grouse shooting or salmon fishing. It was hard at times for Pagan to believe that this was the late twentieth century. He had moments when
... he leaned towards a form of primitive socialism in which there wouldn’t be an aristocracy and the land would belong to everybody.MoreLess
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