Pynchon, misc., who respects Le Carre much, we know.

[Mark Kohut]

"Snow covered the airfield"
It had come from the north, driven by the night wind, smelling
of the sea. There it would stay all winter, threadbare on the gray earth,
an icy, sharp dut: not thawing and freezing, but static like a year without
seasons. The changing mist, like the smoke of war, would hang over it,
swallow up now a hangar, now the radar hut, now the machines, release them
piece by piece, drained of cold, black
carrion on a white desert....."

If I asked you where in *Gravity's Rainbow* this was, would you stop and
think
a moment to try to remember?


It is the opening of LeCarre's *The Looking Glass War, *which leads the
flap copy
presentation of the novel. Published in 1965.
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