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4bf1898
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He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession.
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spy
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Ian Fleming |
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8b46a7b
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Englishmen are so odd. They are like a nest of Chinese boxes. It takes a very long time to get to the centre of them. When one gets there the result is unrewarding, but the process is instructive and entertaining.
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national-character
unrewarding
instructive
entertaining
englishmen
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Ian Fleming |
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3d3cffc
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The conventional parabola--sentiment, the touch of the hand, the kiss, the passionate kiss, the feel of the body, the climax in the bed, then more bed, then less bed, then the boredom, the tears and the final bitterness--was to him shameful and hypocritical.
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Ian Fleming |
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45e26ef
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She explained to me later that she must have been possessed by a subconscious desire to be raped. Well she found me in the mountains and she was raped - by me.
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rape
sex
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Ian Fleming |
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c5040a6
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Surround yourself with human beings, my dear James. They are easier to fight for than principles.' He laughed. 'But don't let me down and become human yourself. We would lose such a wonderful machine.
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Ian Fleming |
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023bcc0
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I've found that one must try and teach people that there's no top limit to disaster-that, so long as breath remains in your body, you've got accept the miseries of life. They will often seem infinite, insupportable. They are part of the human condition.
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life-philosophy
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Ian Fleming |
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aa76172
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I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad.
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Ian Fleming |
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5511fee
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You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy.
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comfort
living
death
life
relax
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Ian Fleming |
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5420b45
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For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with.
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sex
emotion
sentiment
neutrality
desire
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Ian Fleming |
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3dbfc4c
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I don't drink tea. I hate it. It's mud. Moreover it's one of the main reasons for the downfall of the British Empire. Be a good girl and make me some coffee.
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Ian Fleming |
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01440ad
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When the odds are hopeless, when all seems to be lost, then is the time to be calm, to make a show of authority - at least of indifference
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defeat
calmness
calm
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Ian Fleming |
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4f632a8
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Those whom the Gods wish to destroy, they first make bored.
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Ian Fleming |
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0f75173
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Just as, at least in one religion, accidia is the first of the cardinal sins, so bordom, and particularly the incredible circumstance of waking up bored, was the only vice Bond utterly condemned.
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bond
boredom
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Ian Fleming |
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4329b9c
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In his mind he fingered the necklace of the days to come.
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poignant
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Ian Fleming |
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069a51f
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Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room.
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Ian Fleming |
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7abb47d
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Bond came to the conclusion that Tilly Masterton was one of those girls whose hormones had got mixed up. He knew the type well and thought they and their male counterparts were a direct consequence of giving votes to women and 'sex equality.' As a result of fifty years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused, not ..
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Ian Fleming |
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b3e2dc0
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Bond insisted ordering Leiter's Haig-and-Haig "on the rocks" and then he looked carefully at the barman. "A Dry Martini", he said. "One. In a deep champagne goblet." "Oui, monsieur." Just a moment. Three measures of Gordons, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemonpeel. Got it?" "Certainly, monsieur." The barman seemed pleased with the idea."
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Ian Fleming |
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72ee473
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Bond sat for a moment frozen to his chair. Suddenly, there flashed unwanted into his mind that most sinister line in poetry: 'They reckon ill who leave me out. When me they fly, I am the wings.
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flight
pursuit
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Ian Fleming |
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17347c8
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Who is this man?' 'Chinaman, or rather half Chinese and half German. Got a daft name. Calls himself Doctor No - Doctor Julius No.' 'No? Spelt like Yes?' 'That's right.
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humor
doctor-no
james-bond
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Ian Fleming |
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7a29d71
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When she had failed once or twice to respond to some conversational gambit or other, Bond also relapsed into silence and occupied himself with his own gloomy thoughts.
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Ian Fleming |
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d6c3f92
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Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
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Ian Fleming |
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e6e1f67
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Champagne and Benzedrine! Never again.
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drinking
drugs
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Ian Fleming |
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cad0c85
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Look my friend, I've got to commit a murder tonight. Not you. Me. So be a good chap and stuff it, would you?
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Ian Fleming |
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07fe4c8
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The great trains are going out all over Europe, one by one, but still, three times a week, the Orient Express thunders superbly over the 1,400 miles of glittering steel track between Istanbul and Paris. Under the arc-lights, the long-chassied German locomotive panted quietly with the labored breath of a dragon dying of asthma. Each heavy breath seemed certain to be the last. Then came another.
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locomotive
orient-express
train
dragon
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Ian Fleming |
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2e343a3
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These politicians can't see that the atomic age has created the most deadly saboteur in the history of the world - the little man with the heavy suitcase.
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Ian Fleming |
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f600c35
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Ian Fleming The CBC Interview, 1953 He doesn't use Anglo-Saxon four-letter words, "I don't like seeing them on the page." When asked why his novels are so popular in light of the dirtiness of the trade (of espionage), Fleming said, "The books have pace and plenty of action. And espionage is not regarded by the majority of the public as a dirty trade. They regard it as a rather sort of ah, ah very romantic affair... Spying has always been re..
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Ian Fleming |
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0f4ab8c
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What's your name?" "Bond. James Bond. What's yours?" She reflected "Rider." "What Rider?" "Honeychile." Bond smiled."
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Ian Fleming |
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b8efa1b
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Why not make it for always?
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Ian Fleming |
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d821720
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Bond had taken her to the station and had kissed her once hard on the lips and had gone away. It hadn't been love, but a quotation had come into Bond's mind as his cab moved out of Pennsylvania station: 'Some love is fire, some love is rust. But the finest, cleanest love is lust.
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lust
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Ian Fleming |
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962db57
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These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work. Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men.
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Ian Fleming |
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6f8589b
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Bond liked fast cars and he liked driving them. Most American cars bored him. ... All the fun of driving had been taken out of them with the abolition of a gear-change... All effort had been smoothed away and all of that close contact with the machine and the road that extracts skill and nerve from the European driver.
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Ian Fleming |
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0ddf610
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I'm getting very sorry for the Devil and his disciples such as the good Le Chiffre. The devil has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog. We don't give the poor chap a chance...the Devil had no prophets to write his Ten Commandments and no team of authors to write his biography.
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james-bond
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Ian Fleming |
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385f749
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Unless she married soon, Bond thought for the hundredth time, or had a lover, her cool air of authority might easily become spinsterish and she would join the army of women who had married a career.
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marriage
women
careers
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Ian Fleming |
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bed81f0
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Each dark conjecture came and for a moment settled like a vulture on Bond's shoulder and croaked into his ear that he had been a blind fool.
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folly
foolishness
regret
guilt
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Ian Fleming |
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0f7453e
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It is not just a question of blowing up a building or shooting a prime minister. Such bourgeois horseplay is not contemplated. Our operation must be delicate, refined and aimed at the heart of the Intelligence apparat of the West.
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death
horseplay
refinement
james-bond
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Ian Fleming |
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69e371f
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The difference between a good golf shot and a bad one is the same as the difference between a beautiful and a plain woman --a matter of millimetres.
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golf
insightful
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Ian Fleming |
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dc636a3
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Anyway, I make up my own mind about men and women. What's the good of other people's opinions? Animals don't consult each other about other animals. They look and sniff and feel. In love and hate, and everything in between, those are the only tests that matter. But people are unsure of their own instincts. They want reassurance. So they ask someone else whether they should like a particular person or not. And as the world loves bad news, th..
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Ian Fleming |
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5197428
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Those who deserve to die, die the death they deserve.
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live
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Ian Fleming |
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9f197d8
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Once a King, always a King. But once a Knight is enough!
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Ian Fleming |
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07d6c2e
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Bond didn't defend the practice. He simply maintained that the more effort and ingenuity you put into gambling, the more you took out.
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Ian Fleming |
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d85abb6
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Before he slept he reflected, as he had often reflected in other moments of triumph at the card table, that the gain to the winner is, in some odd way, always less than the loss to the loser.
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Ian Fleming |
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e6f0e9f
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Then he slept, and with the warmth and humour of his eyes extinguished, his features relapsed into a taciturn mask, ironical, brutal, and cold.
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Ian Fleming |
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68998ec
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If you fail at the large things it means you have not large ambitions. Concentration, focus - that is all. The aptitudes come, the tools forge themselves.
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success
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Ian Fleming |
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449ad5a
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In his particular line of business, peace had reigned for nearly a year. And peace was killing him.
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Ian Fleming |