To me these were the oddest of love letters, if they were indeed love letters and not merely the expression of a deeply sentimental friendship. They aroused my curiosity. I had been reading one half of a shared life and I wanted to read the other half. What sort of a reply did the Captain receive at the other end of the world? Perhaps it was the old ambition to be a ‘real writer’ which was latent in me and the curiosity of a would-be writer which drove me next to go and speak to that family Devil, my father. I want to continue this account and find a better conclusion than ‘I wonder perhaps.’
The Captain and the Enemy by Graham Greene
