The gate at the near end is staffed by a man who has never once asked what is in the box, and the gate at the far end is staffed by a woman who has never once looked at my face.

I walk it at half past five with fourteen reports and one of them is mine and the river underneath is black and there is nobody to talk to about any of it.

HalvardFour years and eleven hundred reports and the only one I have ever been afraid of handing over is the one with my own name on it.