« The secret services were created to fight from the inside against the spread of evil. All shots were allowed. For Lieutenant O'Ryan and his colleagues, this invisible confrontation was a war that didn't say his name. The Reds were criminals willing to betray their homeland to import the dictatorship of the proletariat. Despite numerous attempts, the United States and England had failed to bring down the communist regime in Moscow. The Russian right had been pulverized by Stalin, who held absolute power. Now the fight against the leftist pandemic was taking place on the streets of London, New York or Paris. Fear and paranoia were gaining ground on a daily basis. For every red opinion leader who was the victim of an "unfortunate accident" or sent to prison, ten others appeared on the stands outside the factories, calling on the crowds to join the fight. MI5 was hiring in turn to stem the rise of the red peril. »

« It is a book that changed the course of my miserable existence, the year of my ten years. An American book called Natural Wonders Every Child Should Know. Its author, Edwin Tenney Brewster, opened my eyes to an unknown, mysterious and exciting world: science. The doors of perception ajar and I snuck between the flaps to never get out again. Science was the ideal refuge, a shelter watertight to the mediocrity of the world in which my mind could wander. »

« My new solitary passion further accentuated my status as a social pariah, causing my mother and brother to worry. My father was content with a detached astonishment, no doubt concerned about the financial difficulties that had afflicted him since his return home. The golden age of colonization was coming to an end. The science was starting. His world was collapsing in favour of industrialization, the automobile, electricity, telephone, the discovery of radioactivity and X-rays. Revolutions followed. In France, a woman had even won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry. My father was a pragmatist, only one thing mattered to him: perhaps his son could get a solid and properly paid job if he continued on this path. Like the brave farrier, who was laminated by the boom of the explosion engine, Julius Turing was a 19th-century man. An obsolete character, nevertheless able to accept the meaning of history and the inescapable nature of its evolution. I was the car and he was the horse. The future belonged to me. »