The following is an extract from the book Lee Kuan Yew: The Man And His Ideas, published in 1998, in which Mr Lee reveals details about his personal life in his own words
By Han Fook Kwang, Warren Fernandez And Sumiko Tan, The Sunday Times, 29 Mar 2015
By Han Fook Kwang, Warren Fernandez And Sumiko Tan, The Sunday Times, 29 Mar 2015
Four thirty on a Saturday afternoon and the Istana is quiet, save for the steady, sleepy sound of cicadas snuggled deep in the trees on the sloping lawns.
The Istana, Malay for "palace", stands on what was once part of a massive nutmeg estate belonging to a British merchant named Charles Robert Prinsep.
In 1867, Governor Harry Ord, who was in charge of Singapore from 1867 to 1873, acquired the land and built Government House on it.
The stately white building, a mix of Ionic, Doric and Corinthian orders, was constructed by Indian convicts from Bencoolen in Sumatra.
Over the years, other structures were added to the grounds.
One of them, Sri Temasek, is the official residence of the prime minister of Singapore, though no prime minister has ever lived in it.
There is also the Istana Annexe, Istana Villa and Istana Lodge.
The main Istana building houses the president's office, while the Istana Annexe serves as the prime minister's office.
On the second floor of the Annexe, all is busy on this humid afternoon.
Plainclothes security officers tread the narrow carpeted corridors, buzzing each other periodically over their walkie-talkies.
In a brightly lit room, a secretary works at her computer, one ear peeled to an intercom linking her to an adjoining office where Lee Kuan Yew works.
It is an L-shaped room with an attached bathroom. It is free of personal paraphernalia. No family photographs decorate his table, no personal mementoes line his walls.
He sits behind a desk, his back to a computer. A low cabinet next to it is stacked with books and files.
A wood-panelled wall camouflages the door to the room where his two secretaries work.
A teak table for eight stands 4m from his desk, a jade dragon jar in the middle.
Lee works in this office six days a week, from about 10 in the morning to 6.30 in the evening, when he puts his work aside for his daily exercise in the Istana grounds.
He has been known to come back to the office on Sundays and public holidays.
He is about 1.8m tall, and slim. His trousers, which are usually in light hues, are loose, and he tugs at the waistband frequently.
He is at least 10kg lighter than when he was in his 40s.
His shirts are well-pressed though well-worn, and he wears a windbreaker, usually beige, when he is in the office.
At 74, his hair is white.
The once wiry black mop has thinned considerably over the years, accentuating a broad, high forehead under which small, piercing eyes stare.
His face is pink in tone, the skin mostly unlined, though tiny creases criss-cross the skin on his eyelids. His nails are neatly trimmed.
Even in a private setting, he is a forceful personality. His facial expression changes quickly and his hands often chop the air to emphasise a point. His voice rises and falls according to his emotions.
He is quick to show impatience, and slow to smile. He has never suffered fools lightly.
Who is this man who, more than anyone else, has shaped the history of modern Singapore? Who is the person behind the personality Singaporeans regard with awe, respect, love, fear or hate?
How would he describe himself? How does he see his 40 years of political life? What is his role now? What is his family life like? And what are his dreams and fears?
Lee revealed his personal life in these interviews with the authors, weaving in events that took place 40 years ago as if they had happened only yesterday.