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BBC拍的四集电视剧。

讲的是真实的故事，但是不晓得有多少杜撰的成分在。

演员都演得好极了。

看上集的时候只觉得Tom Hollander（演Guy Burgess）的那个出色，看到下集才觉得Toby Stevens和Samuel West也很好。

Toby Stevens的Kim Philby很有深度。

他也应该这样。

Rupert Penry-Jones大概是戏份最少的，人物略显脸谱化。

剧情多么复杂呀，从他们四个30年代在剑桥Trinity College对共产主义的热忱开始，一直到50年代二战结束，冷战时代的开始。

他们四个人，Kim Philby, Guy Burgess, Anthony Blunt, Donald Maclean，30年代时都在剑桥。

除了Donald在Trinity Hall之外其他三个人都是Trinity的，Anthony Blunt那时已是Trinity College的fellow，formal的时候坐在high table上。

尽管如此，大部分学院内部的场景是在St. Johns拍的（经过我的考证），当然还有Kings大草坪和The Backs拍的戏。

据说Trinity当时拒绝了拍摄剧组的要求。

哈哈哈。

Trinity想必是不缺这个钱罢。

Burgess和Blunt从始至终是彻头彻尾的同性恋，Burgess心里最爱的人是Julian Bell，当时另一个Trinity的同学，是Virginia Woolf的侄子。

他很清秀。

Guy Burgess: Isn't he beautiful? His name is Julian Bell. He frightens me 'cause he burns so brightly. Bright, beautiful flames burn out.Blunt，Burgess和Bell三人在Kings的草坪上晒太阳玩耍，Bell抢了Burgess的帽子跑掉了。

（关于Blunt， Burgess & Bell，Kim Philby当时和Maclean开玩笑，说这三个人的名字出现在一起听起来像Tunbridge Wells的某个律师事务所的名字。

lol）Anthony Blunt: Even when you're silent the noise is remarkable.Guy Burgess: Noise?Anthony Blunt: The noise of your heart pumping away on your sleeve. The cacophony of your gawp.Guy Burgess: Does it show that much?台词很戏剧化，非常精致，非常highbrow，甚至有点装蛋，但很有文学性，很有趣，很符合他们的地位，那种坐在厕所里喝着酒还看着Middlemarch的人。

Kim Philby前两集还是个热血的傻小子的样子，女友多如云，私生活混乱，(Burgess: "The university should give you a medal for keeping things up.") 然后两集里他的深度，果决，复杂情感一层一层被揭开，很令人感动。

一个间谍的生活，他关心他的朋友们，特别是Burgess和Maclean都比较脆弱， happy & unpredictable。

Philby为了保护Maclean，把一个要defect到英国的苏联官员揭穿了，于是那个人死在华盛顿的酒店里，形若自杀，留下三个孩子。

Philby出于对Burgess的保护把他调到华盛顿，他查出了Maclean作为Homer的身份，安排他和Burgess一起潜逃到苏联去。

那一个晚上Maclean和Burgess在家中吃晚饭，Maclean讲怎样自己搭秋千，含着无比复杂的感情。

他的妻子Melinda流泪了。

他们都知道当晚他就要登上夜航的船，秘密逃亡苏联，从此永远不会回到英格兰，这片他生活了近40年的土地。

还有临行前Blunt给Burgess订大衣的事情，他送给他一件大衣，他说把我的Middlemarch拿去吧。

很深的感情蕴在那本精装的书里。

Philby和Melinda的戏处理的真动人，他是在利用她？

他真的爱她？

天哪。

无比哀婉。

有一个情节是间谍联络人要求Philby劝说Melinda住到纽约的娘家去，这样Maclean可以周末去看妻子，便于传送情报。

而Kim Philby可以说的那样动听而婉转，让Melinda以为他是爱她，为她动了情，为她的安全考虑才这样说的。

（Philby说，I'm thinking for you only.)唉，换了任何一个女人都难以抗拒。

历史事实是Melinda最终离开了Maclean去和Philby过日子了，那是他们都defect到苏联之后的事情。

很多戏处理的非常动人，关于友情和爱情的戏，还有间谍们的脆弱，压力，痛苦，道德的挣扎，良心的纠结。。。

事实究竟是怎样我也不得知哦不得知。

总之拍得很好，dramatized的很好。

Blunt和queen mary一起喝酒，queen问他，像你这样的人不是间谍就是同性恋，你是哪个？

Blunt微微笑了，说，a little of both, actually.还有收获之一：知道了defection这个词儿的意思

金•菲尔比是一个真实存在的间谍，他活了76岁。

这名出生在印度的英国人毕业于剑桥，他和另外四人是历史上著名的”Cambridge Spies”，他们的经历在2003年被BBC演绎成四集连续剧。

现实生活中的金•菲尔比在苏联去世，作为苏联人的英雄，他成了克格勃的训练顾问，菲尔比的晚年可说是过得不错的。

他的同伴们并未像他这样成功地融入苏维埃社会，同样逃亡到苏联的两个人基本都郁郁而终，另一个留在英国的也没能拥有幸福的垂暮之年。

剑桥出身的四个男子，如老话所说，“共同的理想让他们走到了一起”，为理想而成为间谍或者说叛国者，究竟该算一种高尚的行为还是应被指责，没人能给出答案。

西方世界的间谍史上因此有了带着沉重分量的一个词，“剑桥五杰”。

BBC的诠释虽然不尽如史实，也还是在很大程度上重演了二战前后所发生的那些往事，片中只涉及了五杰中的四人。

金•菲尔比曾在英国秘密情报局(SIS)工作，该部门就是军情六处的前身。

他曾被派驻华盛顿，并把同样供职于SIS的盖•伯吉斯也安插到华盛顿，从剑桥时代他就熟悉盖的放浪形骸：酒与性以及对自由的渴望充斥着这个剑桥生的生活。

BBC电视剧中有一段尤为让人印象深刻——盖在毕业那天脱光衣服站在康桥上大喊：“向旧日子告别！

”随即“嗵”一声跳入水中。

接着，另外三个年轻人也仿效他裸身一跃而下，四个人乍看狂放的行为背后有某种热血的躁动。

其余三人正是安东尼•布兰特、唐纳德•马克林，以及金•菲尔比，构成克格勃历史上最优秀间谍的剑桥成员们。

在真实生活中而非电影里当一名间谍，意味着在危险中工作，心力交瘁并不得不保持最灵敏的警觉性。

而且他们也不可能去见心理医生。

盖被调到华盛顿的根本原因是菲尔比必须照看酗酒日益严重的他。

唐纳德也同样陷入了精神危机——他在二战期间驻法国工作，闪电般和一个美国姑娘结了婚。

1944年，他携妻子到了华盛顿，作为使馆的第一秘书，他所过目的许多机要文件都被克格勃知悉殆尽。

乍看最为幸福踏实的这一位，却因为间谍工作的副作用导致了严重的心理压力。

并且他不幸最早身份败露，要不是身居高位的金获知了拘捕消息，唐纳德将不可避免成为自己信仰的殉道者。

不幸之后的幸运在于他成功逃离，和盖一起到了苏联。

那之后盖在苏联害着严重的思乡病，小情小调的同性恋男子盖，余生仍然从伦敦的裁缝店定制西装。

唐纳德的妻子离开了他跟了菲尔比，在BBC系列里这段移情别恋被描写得哀婉动人，至于真实生活是怎样情形，我们无从得知。

唐纳德终身相信社会主义，终身耿直，说话不畏权贵，在苏联是个不完全受欢迎的人物。

最后暴露身份并始终不曾离开英国的安东尼是王室的一员。

他在菲尔比们逃往苏联后很多年仍然默默地担任着皇家收藏品管理人的角色，并对所有抨击盖的人毫不客气地予以还击。

他说盖“不仅是一个我所打过交道的、在智力上最发达的人。

而且还是一个勉力十足的活生生的人。

”盖当年用了这样一段话来打动安东尼加入他的理想：“你的行为以某种方式与你的言语相一致的时刻到了。

这就是所谓的‘真情时刻’。

” 在那个时代，间谍们更多地为信仰踏入遍布深渊的世界。

今天的间谍信奉的是理想还是金钱呢？

也许只有他们自己才知道。

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I cannot praise enough this TV series by BBC. It is not just a story of four spies who were graduated from Cambridge. It had represented the mentality of British intellectual during pre-WW2 years. They had tried their best to pursue what they believed even though the cost was their lives.Wonderful cast by Toby Stevens and other three actors. They did act as Etonians and Cambridgers. Some may not like the previaling scene of homosexuality. However, that was how it should be both at Eton and at Cambridge.Highly recommanded!

好几年前，和一个朋友聊天，他是基督教徒，问他耶路撒冷还有什么别的含义，是因为这首诗：And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the Countenance DivineShine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong those dark Satanic mills?Bring me my bow of burning gold:Bring me my arrows of desire:Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold!Bring me my chariot of fire!I will not cease from mental fight,Nor shall my sword sleep in my handTill we have built JerusalemIn England's green and pleasant land.耶路撒冷是一个地名不是么，怎么能在英格兰的“绿色美好大地”上建立呢？

朋友说它指的可能是天堂。

后来有了Wiki就容易多了。

对William Blake的注解下可以找到Milton: a Poem，然后可以看到这样的解释：The Christian church in general, and the English Church in particular, used Jerusalem as a metaphor for Heaven, a place of universal love and peace，一点没错。

The Cambridge Spies 用这首歌（hymn really）开篇，中间又有出现。

而容易让人印象最深的片断，几个人离开剑桥之前，Guy脱光衣服站在桥边跳下之前喊道：I love this country, this sceptered f**king isle, this wonderful, foolish England! 几句话和Blake的词句道出的是同样的意思。

他们缺少“因为我爱这土地爱得深沉”一类文字。

The Cambridge Five的故事太多精彩复杂，还有不可思议的比各种书（有很多很多）和电影都更精彩复杂的真实历史，不可思议同时也就让人浮想联翩。

关于故事，一个叫Russel Aiuto的人写的很全，也非常有趣。

他同时也提到：But such day-dreaming tends to glamorize these four very different, very questionable men. It is an exercise that unnecessarily exhalts them and, at the same time, trivializes their very serious crimes. But it is a temptation difficult to resist. 认定了Cambridge Five的间谍行为是严重的罪行，但是又不偏不倚地，在后面段落里谈起“没有秘密的世界是和平的”的观点。

四个人都是剑桥Apostles society的成员，Apostles - 使徒，已经毕业的成员可以申请成为Angels - 天使。

实际是一种知识辩论协会。

这些名字让人想起Dan Brown。

有一些前辈Apostles是后来的Bloomsbury Group，有电影里Julian提到的他的aunt Virginia Wolf，但是在一战前的事了。

当然还有E.M.Forster。

Forster的Maurice让我觉得像Guy。

Another Country是更同志类型的电影吧，主角确实是Guy。

也是他，开始“发展”Donald的时候有段台词说，他父亲死的时候他得到了一种自由。

会有一种自由，特别是如果死去的是你深爱的人。

那个Establishment，他们是其一部分同时也是他们的一部分的国家体制和阶层，是他们要摆脱的深爱的亲人。

所以让人怀疑内心的动机是自由，而非任何主义。

肯定不是为了物质回报，他们是分文不取的叛国者。

Kim Philby第一次执行秘密任务的时候，拒绝了给他的钱，腼腆不知道该如何解释。

编剧似乎有意让Guy是那个在听似胡言乱语中道出理想的，而让Kim代表了典型的绅士。

在维也纳被警察拦住的时候，Kim说他去不会有事的，他有英国护照，还有“straight back and stiff upper lip”。

剑桥间谍事发后舆论批评出现这样的事根本原因是英国政府很长时间都以一种“old boys' club”的态度运行，没有人质疑这些人，很大程度因为他们被无条件地认为是“自己人”。

那个俱乐部也是绅士俱乐部，有无数的弊端，但同时，在那些年代里，也演出了一种绅士的世界和历史，行为标准是straight back and stiff upper lip，游戏规则是荣誉大于一切，或者说功利的目的并非大于一切。

像《钢琴家》里面纳粹军官的善意。

BBC把这故事拍得很得体，演员都多少有传说中四个人的气质，但说实话刚看半天都没分出来谁是谁。

感动有限，舒缓节奏中点滴的情感，没有什么足以压迫心头的，只是看了个故事。

可故事本身，那个藏在拍出来的影片或者写出的书背后的真实历史，无限精彩的可能性已经很吸引人。

还有时代，现今在迅速消亡的绅士规则，他们有选择向往另一种理想another country，真心感到有意义，这样的选择消亡得更早。

只在光影世界中。

刚看完剑桥间谍，插曲很好听。

不知为什么哭了，觉得他们好不容易，剑桥五杰，不过，我还是不知道第五个人是谁。

他们为了信仰，为了友情工作着，不曾出卖朋友，他们虽然帮苏联，但他们没有出卖英国的情报。

在那样的年代，真不容易。

很震撼，很震撼。

首先我建议没看的同学，上下部分开一段时间看。

这片的上部实在是生猛的可以，白花花的生鲜，让我的眼睛接受不了。

特别是如我这样传统的“淑女”，G片看得少的，终于领教了一下BBC的“厉害”。

怕怕得只好关了D机。

本来想要放弃，心又有点不甘，毕竟剑桥的哥们，思想水准还是很进步的。

过了段时间，听说下半部（故园风雨后）的美男要登场上演，这下我更是舍不得了，做好了被“生鲜”刺伤的准备，准备再次登陆大不列颠。

没想到，没被刺伤，还被同化了。

下半部绝对是我喜欢的类型，隐忍、含蓄，连最最～的金和盖都收敛了很多。

节奏也一步步加快，对理想的追求也由青年时代的一腔激情，慢慢地被生活和现实改变。

也许正是经过了一段时间的发酵，我才可以慢慢地体会，20世纪30年代，英伦一部分贵族青年对苏维埃的想往，想往一个新的世界，得以摆脱欧洲贵族们身上潮湿的腐朽，让心灵有所寄托。

这是一部需要时间沉淀来辅佐的剧集，不要着急慢慢看，看他们脸部细小的变化，看外面大世界的改变。

印象最深的就是：当四个人得知苏联和希特勒结盟的消息时，那失魂落魄的四张脸。

难忘！

“许多人可能会说，自杀可能是"光荣的"出路……但我认为，恰恰相反，那是一种懦弱的解决方式。

”-- Blunt回忆录在1930年代中期对于我和当时的很多人来说共产主义俄国是反对法西斯主义的唯一堡垒在那时西方国家对德国采取了暧昧的妥协的立场我被Guy说服为了反对法西斯主义我加入了他的苏联间谍组织这是一个出于良知的决定反对的是纳粹我选择了良心-- Blunt回忆录华丽丽的分割线---英语底子好的同学可以看这个The True Memoirs of Anthony Blunt Summary: A year after Guy's death, Anthony remembers his friend - and their folly - as best he can. Notes:Inspired by slowascent's Yuletide Letter and her love of the seven deadly sins, especially the sin of pride. Work Text:August 30th, 1964Guy went mad a bit, after Julian died. Perhaps I should have seen it then. It was the sort of madness that was too easy to dismiss, and it might have been that I wanted to dismiss it. We four friends had spent many years making excuses for one another, but I had known Guy the longest and excused the most. Friends since the beginning, I suppose I found it harder than most to admit he might be going so terribly wrong. He'd always had his excesses, little foibles and quirks. It is how things begin, isn't it? With Guy it was always matter of degrees, each action seems less harsh in the light of what came before. I wanted to believe that he wasn't off the rails, that it was simply more of his usual. More fool myself, and that is something not easily admitted.He'd always been a bit madcap, hadn't he? We were so different, he and I, for all that our lives and upbringings had been so similar. It was likely what drew us together, at least it was why I noticed him at Cambridge. When you moved in the same circles as Guy, it was hard not to notice him. Loud and flamboyant, the sort to speak his mind - no, not speak it, for the word speak implies some sort of decorum. Guy shouted it from rooftops and pulpits. Discretion was not his friend. Whereas things in my life were so careful and controlled, compartmentalised, Jackie said the same thing to me so many years later. That I had boxes and found it all too easy to simply shut something away. Shouldn't I have? My compartmentalisation kept us safe, so many times. When Guy went off on his tangents - even when we were both Apostles - I was the one that stood sure and true. I was the one that remained calm when so many simply reacted and acted. The mark of an English gentleman, that deep-rooted stoicism, wasn't it? I epitomised that very thing and always had. I couldn't be any other way. Even when Guy told others he was a friend of Stalin whilst drunk at parties, I would be the one smiling benignly at Guy's little joke. I was always able to pretend it was a joke, but guy never was. He always felt things so strongly. He threw himself into all of it, holding nothing of himself back. I warned him of the danger of it, but Guy was never the sort to listen to such advice.Julian was the first warning, or he should have been. He'd almost gone to him, after that party we were at. Raining. It was already raining Julian had said, the crowd having gone quiet in that convenient way that it did. Inconvenient, actually, where Julian was concerned. That night Guy had been drunker than most nights. An accomplishment when one thinks about it seriously. He'd been so determined to leave the house, to find Julian. To explain to him privately that we hadn't changed. That we were working for Moscow and our rejection of socialism was part of the cover. I stopped him. I was the one that wouldn't let him go. Perhaps I was the one that made it so hard for Guy when Julian died. Had I let him go that night... There's little time for regret in our lives, if any. I refuse to doubt my decisions then. At the time they were the right ones. Guy couldn't have let Julian know any more than we could have let anyone know. It was the point of it, wasn't it? Distancing ourselves from the movement in order to have more use.It wasn't a friendship without troubles, even when we were at Cambridge. Guy was brilliant, and if I were utterly and brutally honest, I'd say he was smarter than I was. Yet he squandered it shamefully throwing away a brilliance in a way that always bothered me. There was so much he could have done. There was no doubt he'd have been that much more valuable an asset had he not drank and caroused so. It wasn't like anyone could have altered that. When we were still in school it was the norm, just a bit of boys being boys. Once we had graduated, well, there was never any stopping Guy, nor changing Guy.I realise now I couldn't have. I never thought it at the time, I thought I had him under control. Yes, he said things no one should, especially one in our position. Guy would get drunk and say the most obscene things. Few ever paid them any mind. He was known as a bit of a drinker and if he declared himself a spy at a party, who would think his words the truth? Should I have noticed it then? I told myself there was nothing to notice. Guy would be Guy, I excused it over and over, always taking note but doing little. I would say a word here and there, nothing more than suggestions or mild admonishments. They were laughed off. Why wouldn't they be laughed off? I never could have seriously admonished Guy and somehow he knew that.. Too many things we laughed off and brushed away. Pride is such a funny thing, isn't it? Not that I would have called my perceived control of Guy pride, I still have issues with referring to it as such. It seemed so reasonable then. We were friends, friends before anything else, before everything else. Shouldn't a man be capable of keeping an eye on his friends, be capable of keeping them in line? A better friend might have seen that it wasn't the simple thing I told myself it was/ Frankly, Guy was out of control long before I cared to admit it.So many at school knew what we were, even if I'd never been as open as he was. I refer to the communism, that is, not the homosexuality -- though I am sure many knew that as well, such an ill-kept secret as it was in those days. There was no shame in being a communist, not as a student. Being an anti-fascist was a point of pride for many, and later in life it was seen as a sort of undergraduate rash. It was an ailment that one had the good sense to recover from. We were Apostles the, an informal fellowship of students who gathered for many reasons. Many of us homosexuals, all of us anti-fascists, that sort of movement was nearly expected when we were students. Just as it was expected we would move on from it after college to join the establishment. Only, we never did recover from it, we only seemed to. It was all part of the master plan. One couldn't be an effective spy if one was known to have socialist tendencies. It was logical, sensible, the most useful thing that we could have done: distance ourselves from our own pasts. But it hurt Guy deeply, having to pretend that he'd rejected Communism, especially to Julian.I would swear it all changed when Julian died. I'd rather not use the word died, it sounds so innocuous, as if he were elderly and passed on in his sleep. Julian was killed, yet another death at the hands of those same fascists we all hated. There were times that it seemed Julian had the simpler and easier task. There was elegance in our roles – an excitement - that didn't exist in Julian's open devotion to the cause. I told myself that. We all did, I'm sure, that we were fighting the longer fight, the more important one. What would have changed for us if we could have done what he did? If we could have been open in our fight against the forces that tried to devour Europe?He knew, you know. He knew that Julian and I had been together. I knew of his affection for Julian but it didn't stop me. Guy never saw how they would have been the end of each other, fanned flames burning too quickly. Their passion, however different and sometimes misguided, would have been the end of them both. That isn't to say there was anything noble about my affair with Julian. I was fond of him, yes, but never in love. Love was such a dangerous thing. As dangerous as happiness, moreso when they came together. The four of us - any spies really - couldn't afford such luxuries, not and perform our chosen task and be safe.I should have seen it. I should have seen it after Julian's death but I wouldn't allow myself to. Pride, hubris, call it what you will. Perhaps even something so much simpler: the loyalty of four friends to one another. Beyond any cause or any devotion, those friends were the things that I had to keep safe and that I held to be most important. Do you know I believed it? I believed that I, Anthony Blunt, could keep us safe. I thought that I could protect each of us against the world. What an utter fool I was. There was nothing and no one that could protect us from ourselves, we were always our own worst enemies. Guy and Donald were both problems, but it was Guy that mattered most to me. Kim and Donald; Guy and myself. It was how things had always been and how they would always be.I never knew if he was hurt by Jackie's defection, as it might have been called. Jackie wasn't as important to Guy as Julian had been. I always felt that he was more a distraction to Guy, something to keep him occupied when he couldn't be bothered venturing out to one of his less than reputable locales. Perhaps that alone should have warned me away. Once his distraction was gone - once his distraction was mine - he became ever the more on edge. I've said already how brilliant he was. Brilliant and mad -- no, lost is a better word then mad. Guy needed our cause, he needed to believe. Julian, to him, had been an ideal, the personification of a concept and a belief. Not only someone he loved, but his beacon in an otherwise dark world. What Guy felt he should be and how he should be. When Julian was killed it all changed. He clung to the cause, wrapping himself in it as one would a blanket on the coldest of nights.I should have seen. I should have seen and I should have stopped it, long before I became so tired. There is a part of me that believes, still, this end could have been avoided. If I had acted earlier or made more of an effort that we could have all been safe. Guy deserved more than a warm coat and a sad life lived out away from the country he loved so. I never wrote him once he'd been exiled. The letters might have been intercepted after all. I couldn't have, and maintained my own secrets. Sad that those secrets that in the end were made public. In the end, we were all betrayed. When we became agents at Cambridge, we were such idealists, and we believed. It was exciting. Did I ever say that? There was this whiff of adventure that came with being a spy. It was a life that I could never have imagined otherwise. A life I could never have had otherwise. When did it stop being such an adventure? When did watching over my friends become such a task and a trial? The years took their toll. I would say that it was inevitable, but I am not fond of admitting inevitability. I'm not fond of admitting my own faults, nor am I fond of admitting my own part in our downfall. Yet fond or not, it is there. My hubris led us as much to our downfall as their excess did.Silly, isn't it? To think that we shared secrets that changed the world, and yet it was the simplest things that affected us. Julian's death. Jackie. Stalin making a pact with Hitler in order to buy himself time. The last... Were it not for Kim and myself, I think we would have lost Guy then. He would have self-destructed or done something truly foolish. He was always on the edge, you realise. When I heard of what he did in Washington, driving drunk, appearing at that dinner at Kim's house, I knew just how far Guy had gone. That he'd lost his belief in some way, and had gone over the edge, seeking his own downfall. Only his self-destruction would pull in those associated with him. It would pull in Donald, Kim and myself. Or it may have been that he was already gone long before Washington and that even to this day I'm fooling myself. I'm letting that same pride colour my memories. It's a difficult thing see things clearly that are in the past. Our visions are filtered to show the events in the light they find most favourable. In some ways our memories are like paintings. They are creations of our own mind that relates to the world but does not truly reflect it. We see that world in the painting through the filter of the artist with our own perceptions layered atop that. A difficult thing to consider when it's something as personal as our own own past. Am I remembering correctly, interpreting the events the way they occurred? Or have my perceptions shaped my very memories? Do I remember things the way I wish them to be? I can no longer tell.

首先抒发一下形而下的东西：这片子最吸引我的就是tom hollander，他演的Guy Burgess 是至今为止看到过最喜欢的一个...他在戏里...实在是迷人到我见犹怜，若我是男人，定要去跟他搞基（啊这是怎样一种可怕的择偶观）然后是形而上的东西：其实我对所谓的贵族精神、兄弟会、布鲁姆斯伯里文化圈就像对外星球上的元素周期表一样缺乏了解的兴趣，那其实是一个和我们完全无关的世界不是么。

剑桥太美，若是我，这种从一个庭院到另一个庭院再到另一个庭院的生活真真不错，我情愿在那里读一辈子书不出来。

只是我真羡慕这种人生，不用工作也可以生存，可以做自己最喜欢的事，而且一旦做了，就要做到最好，活着可以没有安全感，但是一定要有信念...啊这是怎样单纯又浓郁的人生。

当然我这样的格局，很难理解剑桥出来的人怎么会为了人类大同的理想选择做叛国者，帮助苏维埃背叛英格兰...大概只有太祖那句最高指示可以解释：知识越多越反动。

当然像我们这样生活在一个拥有最先进生产力的天朝的兵蚁，生活的原则往往残忍而简单，那就是“搵食不易，事事小心”。

你没有选择的权利，你只有不选择的权利。

Through the first epidode we've experienced the beautiful life in Cambridge and the four roles' typical personalities.And we have to capture their mainly hearted theme through the dialogues of their daily life.They are living a life for finding a job outside the Cambridge world,what's that should be like?In this period of time,any conspiracies?

苏联搞了那么多间谍有什么用，到头来还是解体了，俄罗斯什么实力不用我说了吧。

国家比拼还得是国家实力光明正大的比拼。

内心强大的人大多很宽容，国家也一样，留在英国的那位结局不就是个证明。

英国容忍了他存在。

幸好在苏联解体前都去世了，不然看着自己叛国为之热血奋斗过的理想最后轻轻一碰就到了，这种残酷真的是外人无法体会到。

至于那位早早去世的，想来才并不适合当间谍，他太理想主义了。

看到有人写他要求驻在伦敦的克格勃帮他买某家裁缝店的衣服，那人自己出了回忆录抱怨拿着他写的书单满伦敦逛书店买书，不禁一笑，这可真是贵族式生活。

可惜了.....早早酗酒去世那三位都很主流了，那位菲尔金恐怕最现实，早早放弃理想，成为职业间谍了吧，个人猜测。