The phrase that gives this book its title is Graham Greene’s:
The nightly routine of sirens, barrage, the probing raider, the unmistakable engine (‘Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?’), the bomb-bursts moving nearer and then moving away, hold one like a love-charm.
Greene was apparently proud of ‘love-charm’: he used it more than once.
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