Even traitors can be heroes

I like spy novels -- John LeCare, Daniel Silva, Len Deighton, Victor O'Reily. I like their existential essence. I get lost in the shadows of their moral border crossings. And I relish the idea that even in such foggy out lands and dreary back streets of a soft October night where, as Eliot says, the yellow smoke curls about the house and falls asleep, there can still be heroes, albeit weary and uncharacteristic ones.