British Secret Intelligence Service Spymasters http://ift.tt/2pSvKJQ (image: (AP/Alastair Grant) England is a mythical land of Magna Carter power politics heritage. Such cultural and emotional symbols as ‘Mrs. Miniver’ Rose or the White Cliffs of Dover are engrained in the public consciousness as essential British tradition. When the “Bard of Avon” presented his indispensable observations, Shakespeare on England defined the perception essence of countless generations. This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in a silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared by their breed and famous by their birth [Richard II, 2.1, 40-51] Yet even with such lofty attitudes about England, the real world upon which intelligence operations maneuver have very little to d
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