I now bid farewell to the country of my birth - of my passions - of my death a country whose misfortunes have invoked my sympathies - whose factions I sought to quell - whose intelligence I prompted to a lofty aim - whose freedom has been my fatal dream.

There are a lot of obstacles in the way of our understanding animal intelligence - not the least being that we can't even agree whether nonhuman species are conscious. We accept that chimps and dolphins experience awareness we like to think dogs and cats do. But what about mice and newts? What about a fly? Is anything going on there at all?

I want to exude strength and intelligence.

I like shows that have some level of intelligence to them. When it's not as predictable, when you don't know what's coming at you.

The Secret Intelligence Service I knew occupied dusky suites of little rooms opposite St James's Park Tube station in London.