Do we choose our destinies or do our destinies
choose us? There is a beginning and there is
an end. He is dead now, that's the end of it.
It began with a childish fascination that became
a fetish and ultimately irresistible as an overt
powering drive somewhat like a man in the
throes of an addiction. Was he then a traitor
to his country, skilled in espionage as the
agent of an intelligence group would be to
become a willing conspirator betraying his
nation's secrets and well paid for his services
or a helpless addict clinging to a boyhood
fantasy? Of course the ghoulish aspect of his
betrayals meant death to those whose identities
he revealed, for which no whisper of conscience
intervened as he conscientiously left his costly
"dead drops" plying the role he so admired.
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