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The latest Low is a puzzler.
The master's hand has lost none of its craft.
He is at his usual best in exposing the shams and self-deceptions of political and diplomatic life in the fifties.
The reader meets a few old friends like Blimp and the TUC horse, and becomes better acquainted with new members of the cast of characters like the bomb itself, and civilization in her classic robe watching the nuclear arms race, her hair standing straight out.

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