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Riven
Apr 22, 2002


I think there was one guy who directed the credit sequences for decades? It was just a part of the films as much as Desmond Llewelyn or “shaken, not stirred.”

I can see how someone who had only seen the new ones would have some culture shock watching the old ones. There was a lot about the Craig era films that made people initially go “well I liked it, but it seemed embarrassed to be a Bond film.” Now I think they’ve just turned out to be a different kind of Bond film. Which was necessary.

There had been shifts before (my wife’s grandmother can’t stand Moore and feels he ruined the franchise with dumb jokes) but not as much as these fundamentally shifted the entire style.

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I think there was one guy who directed the credit sequences for decades? It was just a part of the films as much as Desmond Llewelyn or “shaken, not stirred.”

I can see how someone who had only seen the new ones would have some culture shock watching the old ones. There was a lot about the Craig era films that made people initially go “well I liked it, but it seemed embarrassed to be a Bond film.” Now I think they’ve just turned out to be a different kind of Bond film. Which was necessary.

There had been shifts before (my wife’s grandmother can’t stand Moore and feels he ruined the franchise with dumb jokes) but not as much as these fundamentally shifted the entire style.
Maurice Binder did most of the titles (barring From Russia and Goldfinger) up until Licence To Kill, after which Daniel Kleinman took over in Binder's style, but massively updated and (IMO) more imaginative. He did all the rest apart from Quantum, which was shot by MK12, a specialist visual design company.

The different 'feel' of the Bond movies over the years is in large part because as much as everyone thinks of the series as a trailblazer, in fact it's almost always been reacting to other things going on around it. Dr No was probably the first "spy-fi" free black porn viedo movie as the world entered the space age, but there had already been things like The Avengers and Danger Man - star Patrick McGoohan turned down the Bond role because he disapproved of the promiscuity - on TV, so from that point on the series fell into an arms race of increasing lunacy as it tried to top its perceived rivals (the Flint series, The Man From UNCLE, etc), which in turn were also ratcheting up the insanity. At a certain point it couldn't go any further and had to look in new directions, so we ended up with the Moore era and Blaxploitation Bond, Kung Fu Bond, Space Bond and so on, before Lethal Vice Bond ended Dalton's run. We then got a reinvention of the original Cold War Bond for Goldeneye, which was great, but it didn't take long before things escalated out of control again and we ended up with XXXtreme! Bond finishing Brosnan's run. After that history repeated itself: another reinvention, done well, with Casino Royale, but by the fourth Craig movie things had got very silly again.

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Maurice Binder did most of the titles (barring From Russia and Goldfinger) up until Licence To Kill, after which Daniel Kleinman took over in Binder's style, but massively updated and (IMO) more imaginative. He did all the rest apart from Quantum, which was shot by MK12, a specialist visual design company.

The different 'feel' of the Bond movies over the years is in large part because as much as everyone thinks of the series as a trailblazer, in fact it's almost always been reacting to other things going on around it. Dr No was probably the first "spy-fi" free male nude models movie as the world entered the space age, but there had already been things like The Avengers and Danger Man - star Patrick McGoohan turned down the Bond role because he disapproved of the promiscuity - on TV, so from that point on the series fell into an arms race of increasing lunacy as it tried to top its perceived rivals (the Flint series, The Man From UNCLE, etc), which in turn were also ratcheting up the insanity. At a certain point it couldn't go any further and had to look in new directions, so we ended up with the Moore era and Blaxploitation Bond, Kung Fu Bond, Space Bond and so on, before Lethal Vice Bond ended Dalton's run. We then got a reinvention of the original Cold War Bond for Goldeneye, which was great, but it didn't take long before things escalated out of control again and we ended up with XXXtreme! Bond finishing Brosnan's run. After that history repeated itself: another reinvention, done well, with Casino Royale, but by the fourth Craig movie things had got very silly again.

I think Moore also came when the Bond style of spy film had become popular. Lots of incorporating other 70s film genres, but Moore is the quintessential "James Bond" in terms of the martini-and-tuxedo spy genre. He's well-dressed, charming, debonair, and always ready with the perfect quip and gadget to get out of any situation. Moore's Bond is practically flawless compared to every one before and after him.

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Bond made good progress. When Mathis came to see him three days later he was propped up in bed and his arms were free. The lower half of his body was still shrouded in the oblong tent, but he looked cheerful and it was only occasionally that a twinge of pain narrowed his eyes.

Mathis looked crestfallen.

‘Here’s your cheque,’ he said to Bond. ‘I’ve rather enjoyed walking around with forty million francs in my pocket, but I suppose you’d better sign it and I’ll put it to your account with the Crédit Lyonnais. There’s no sign of our friend from SMERSH. Not a drat trace. He must have got to the villa on foot or on a bicycle because you heard nothing of his arrival and the two gunmen obviously didn’t. It’s pretty exasperating. We’ve got precious little on this SMERSH organization and neither has London. Washington said they had, but it turned out to be the usual waffle from refugee interrogation, and you know that’s about as much good as interrogating an English man-in-the-street about his own Secret Service, or a Frenchman about the Deuxième.’

‘He probably came from Leningrad to Berlin via Warsaw,’ said Bond. ‘From Berlin they’ve got plenty of routes open to the rest of Europe. He’s back home by now being told off for not shooting me too. I fancy they’ve got quite a file on me in view of one or two of the jobs M.’s given me since the war. He obviously thought he was being smart enough cutting his initial in my hand.’

‘What’s that?’ asked Mathis. ‘The doctor said the cuts looked like a square M with a tail to the top. He said they didn’t mean anything.’

‘Well, I only got a glimpse before I passed out, but I’ve seen the cuts several times while they were being dressed and I’m pretty certain they are the Russian letter for SH. It’s rather like an inverted M with a tail. That would make sense; SMERSH is short for smyert shpionam – Death to Spies – and he thinks he’s labelled me as a shpion. It’s a nuisance because M. will probably say I’ve got to go to hospital again when I get back to London and have new skin grafted over the whole of the back of my hand. It doesn’t matter much. I’ve decided to resign.’

Mathis looked at him with his mouth open.

‘Resign?’ he asked incredulously. ‘What the hell for?’

Bond looked away from Mathis. He studied his bandaged hands.



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Bond tells Mathis about how when Le Chiffre was torturing him, he mocked him by saying that he was "playing Red Indians". He says that when he was younger he grew up wanting to be a hero who killed villains.

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‘Well, in the last few years I’ve killed two villains. The first was in New York – a Japanese cipher expert cracking our codes on the thirty-sixth floor of the R.C.A. building in the Rockefeller centre, where the Japs had their consulate. I took a room on the fortieth floor of the next-door skyscraper and I could look across the street into his room and see him working. Then I got a colleague from our organization in New York and a couple of Remington thirty-thirty’s with telescopic sights and silencers. We smuggled them up to my room and sat for days waiting for our chance. He shot at the man a second before me. His job was only to blast a hole through the windows so that I could shoot the Jap through it. They have tough windows at the Rockefeller centre to keep the noise out. It worked very well. As I expected, his bullet got deflected by the glass and went God knows where. But I shot immediately after him, through the hole he had made. I got the Jap in the mouth as he turned to gape at the broken window.’ Bond smoked for a minute.

‘It was a pretty sound job. Nice and clean too. Three hundred yards away. No personal contact. The next time in Stockholm wasn’t so pretty. I had to kill a Norwegian who was doubling against us for the Germans. He’d managed to get two of our men captured – probably bumped off for all I know. For various reasons it had to be an absolutely silent job. I chose the bedroom of his flat and a knife. And, well, he just didn’t die very quickly.

‘For those two jobs I was awarded a Double O number in the Service. Felt pretty clever and got a reputation for being good and tough. A Double O number in our Service means you’ve had to kill a chap in cold blood in the course of some job.'

What's made Bond start really questioning things is his torture by Le Chiffre. While it would be easy to classify Le Chiffre as the villain in the story, Bond has realized that only patriotism has led to anyone classifying themselves as the hero and the opposing side as the villain. Fifty years ago, the 1950s British conservatism would have probably been called communism and Bond would have been ordered to fight it. He's starting to find "my country, right or wrong" rather outdated.

Mathis is aghast at the idea of Bond not considering the man who just smashed his balls with a carpet beater for an hour a villain, so Bond moves on to a new analogy: that of the Devil.

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‘Continue, my dear friend. It is interesting for me to see this new Bond. 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. Continue. Develop your arguments. There may be something I can use to my own chief the next time I want to get out of an unpleasant job.’ He grinned maliciously.

Bond ignored him.

‘Now in order to tell the difference between good and evil, we have manufactured two images representing the extremes – representing the deepest black and the purest white – and we call them God and the Devil. But in doing so we have cheated a bit. God is a clear image, you can see every hair on His beard. But the Devil. What does he look like?’ Bond looked triumphantly at Mathis.

Mathis laughed ironically.

‘A woman.’

‘It’s all very fine,’ said Bond, ‘but I’ve been thinking about these things and I’m wondering whose side I ought to be on. 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. There’s a Good Book about goodness and how to be good and so forth, but there’s no Evil Book about evil and how to be bad. The Devil has no prophets to write his Ten Commandments and no team of authors to write his biography. His case has gone completely by default. We know nothing about him but a lot of fairy stories from our parents and schoolmasters. He has no book from which we can learn the nature of evil in all its forms, with parables about evil people, proverbs about evil people, folk-lore about evil people. All we have is the living example of the people who are least good, or our own intuition.

‘So,’ continued Bond, warming to his argument, ‘Le Chiffre was serving a wonderful purpose, a really vital purpose, perhaps the best and highest purpose of all. By his evil existence, which foolishly I have helped to destroy, he was creating a norm of badness by which, and by which alone, an opposite norm of goodness could exist. We were privileged, in our short knowledge of him, to see and estimate his wickedness and we emerge from the acquaintanceship better and more virtuous men.’

While Fleming would likely be aghast at the idea, Bond's ruminating on the nature of evil and the Devil reminds me a bit of LaVeyan Satanism. The belief system is actually atheistic despite its name (and one could argue that a lot of Anton LaVey's behavior was purely for the purpose of shock; there's good reason Marilyn Manson became a friend of his), but it classifies God as a projection by a person of what's good and stabilizing in their life. Rather than a force of evil, the idea of Satan is instead a force of anti-Christianity: indulgence instead of abstinence, vengeance instead of forgiveness, and wisdom instead of self-deception. God is a reflection of a person's true self and is interchangeable with Satan in the belief system.

Bond would likely be a good Satanist. He gladly takes revenge as a motive and indulges in women, wine, and fine food to excesses. The only thing that really sets him apart is his racism and homophobia, something that adherent Satanists would never tolerate.

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‘Bravo,’ said Mathis. ‘I’m proud of you. You ought to be tortured every day. I really must remember to do something evil this evening. I must start at once. I have a few marks in my favour – only small ones, alas,’ he added ruefully – ‘but I shall work fast now that I have seen the light. What a splendid time I’m going to have. Now, let’s see, where shall I start, murder, arson, surprise sex? But no, these are peccadilloes. I must really consult the good Marquis de Sade. I am a child, an absolute child in these matters.’

His face fell.

‘Ah, but our conscience, my dear Bond. What shall we do with him while we are committing some juicy sin? That is a problem. He is a crafty person this conscience and very old, as old as the first family of apes which gave birth to him. We must give that problem really careful thought or we shall spoil our enjoyment. Of course, we should murder him first, but he is a tough bird. It will be difficult, but if we succeed, we could be worse even than Le Chiffre.

‘For you, dear James, it is easy. You can start off by resigning. That was a brilliant thought of yours, a splendid start to your new career. And so simple. Everyone has the revolver of resignation in his pocket. All you’ve got to do is pull the trigger and you will have made a big hole in your country and your conscience at the same time. A murder and a suicide with one bullet! Splendid! What a difficult and glorious profession. As for me, I must start embracing the new cause at once.’

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Mathis realizes that he's half an hour late to his meeting with the police chief and gets up to go, but he has some parting words to Bond about his prior statement that he'd kill Le Chiffre for what he personally did to him.

quote:

‘Well, when you get back to London you will find there are other Le Chiffres seeking to destroy you and your friends and your country. M. will tell you about them. And now that you have seen a really evil man, you will know how evil they can be and you will go after them to destroy them in order to protect yourself and the people you love. You won’t wait to argue about it. You know what they look like now and what they can do to people. You maybe a bit more choosy about the jobs you take on. You may want to be certain that the target really is black, but there are plenty of really black targets around. There’s still plenty for you to do. And you’ll do it. And when you fall in love and have a mistress or a wife and children to look after, it will seem all the easier.’

Mathis opened the door and stopped on the threshold.

‘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.’

With a wave of the hand he shut the door.

‘Hey,’ shouted Bond.

But the footsteps went quickly off down the passage.

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quote:

It was on the next day that Bond asked to see Vesper. He had not wanted to see her before. He was told that every day she came to the nursing home and asked after him. Flowers had arrived from her. Bond didn’t like flowers and he told the nurse to give them to another patient. After this had happened twice, no more flowers came. Bond had not meant to offend her. He disliked having feminine things around him. Flowers seemed to ask for recognition of the person who had sent them, to be constantly transmitting a message of sympathy and affection. Bond found this irksome. He disliked being cosseted. It gave him claustrophobia.

Bond was bored at the idea of having to explain some of this to Vesper. And he was embarrassed at having to ask one or two questions which mystified him, questions about Vesper’s behaviour. The answers would almost certainly make her out to be a fool. Then he had his full report to M. to think about. In this he didn’t want to have to criticize Vesper. It might easily cost her her job.

But above all, he admitted to himself, he shirked the answer to a more painful question.

The doctor had talked often to Bond about his injuries. He had always told him that there would be no evil effects from the terrible battering his body had received. He had said that Bond’s full health would return and that none of his powers had been taken from him. But the evidence of Bond’s eyes and his nerves refused these comforting assurances. He was still painfully swollen and bruised and whenever the injections wore off he was in agony. Above all, his imagination had suffered. For an hour in that room with Le Chiffre the certainty of impotence had been beaten into him and a scar had been left on his mind that could only be healed by experience.

Yeah, Bond's biggest concern right now is that he's very into Vesper and afraid that he's been rendered impotent by Le Chiffre's ball busting. The real reason he's asking for her is that he wants to see if he has any kind of reaction.

When Vesper comes in, Bond is expecting to see some kind of evidence of the trauma she went through. very young porn sex Any evidence. Instead, she's got a nice tan and comes in smiling.

quote:

‘Good heavens, Vesper,’ he said with a wry gesture of welcome, ‘you look absolutely splendid. You must thrive on disaster. How have you managed to get such a wonderful sunburn?’

‘I feel very guilty,’ she said sitting down beside him. ‘But I’ve been bathing every day while you’ve been lying here. The doctor said I was to and Head of S. said I was to, so, well, I just thought it wouldn’t help you for me to be moping away all day long in my room. I’ve found a wonderful stretch of sand down the coast and I take my lunch and go there every day with a book and I don’t come back till the evening. There’s a bus that takes me there and back with only a short walk over the dunes, and I’ve managed to get over the fact that it’s on the way down that road to the villa.’

Her voice faltered.

The mention of the villa had made Bond’s eyes flicker.

She continued bravely, refusing to be defeated by Bond’s lack of response.

‘The doctor says it won’t be long before you’re allowed up. I thought perhaps … I thought perhaps I could take you down to this beach later on. The doctor says that bathing would be very good for you.’

Bond grunted.

‘God knows when I’ll be able to bathe,’ he said. ‘The doctor’s talking through his hat. And when I can bathe it would probably be better for me to bathe alone for a bit. I don’t want to frighten anybody. Apart from anything else,’ he glanced pointedly down the bed, ‘my body’s a mass of scars and bruises. But you enjoy yourself. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t enjoy yourself.’

Vesper was stung by the bitterness and injustice in his voice.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘I just thought … I was just trying …’

Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed.

‘I wanted … I wanted to help you get well.’

Her voice strangled. She looked piteously at him, facing the accusation in his eyes and in his manner.

Then she broke down and buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said in a muffled voice. ‘I’m really sorry.’ With one hand she searched for a handkerchief in her bag. ‘It’s all my fault,’ she dabbed at her eyes. ‘I know it’s all my fault.’

For all his hard talk, Bond breaks down almost immediately and begins apologizing once he sees Vesper in tears. He's harsh and cold up to the point where a pretty girl that he's into starts sobbing, at which point he becomes as sentimental as a young poet.

Bond decides to take it easy on her and ask her some simple questions about how things went and her visit with the Head of S. All the English and American papers are filled with the story of the mysterious Jamaican millionaire who defeated Le Chiffre at the tables, leading to his murder-suicide. Vesper covered for Bond by saying that he was going down south to Monte Carlo and Cannes for more gambling, sending the reporters on a wild goose chase.

quote:

‘By the way, Vesper,’ said Bond after a time. ‘What really happened to you after you left me in the night club? All I saw was the actual kidnapping.’ He told her briefly of the scene outside the Casino.

‘I’m afraid I must have lost my head,’ said Vesper, avoiding Bond’s eyes. ‘When I couldn’t see Mathis anywhere in the entrance hall I went outside and the commissionaire asked me if I was Miss Lynd, and then told me the man who had sent in the note was waiting in a car down on the right of the steps. Somehow I wasn’t particularly surprised. I’d only known Mathis for a day or two and I didn’t know how he worked, so I just walked down towards the car. It was away on the right and more or less in the shadows. Just as I was coming up to it, Le Chiffre’s two men jumped out from behind one of the other cars in the row and simply scooped my skirt over my head.’

Vesper blushed.

‘It sounds a childish trick,’ she looked penitently at Bond, ‘but it’s really frightfully effective. One’s a complete prisoner and although I screamed I don’t expect any sound came out from under my skirt. I kicked out as hard as I could, but that was no use as I couldn’t see and my arms were absolutely helpless. I was just a trussed chicken. They picked me up between them and shoved me into the back of the car. I went on struggling, of course, and when the car started and while they were trying to tie a rope or something round the top of my skirt over my head, I managed to get an arm free and throw my bag through the window. I hope it was some use.’

Bond nodded.

‘It was really instinctive. I just thought you’d have no idea what had happened to me and I was terrified. I did the first thing I could think of.’

Bond knew that it was him they had been after and that if Vesper hadn’t thrown her bag out, they would probably have thrown it out themselves directly they saw him appear on the steps.

Vesper insists that she doesn't remember anything until she was being pushed through the passage in the villa. To Bond's surprise, she says that they never touched her. They just tied her to a chair facing the wall, played cards, drank, and went to sleep before the SMERSH agent busted in and shot them both. The only thing she really noticed was Bond's screaming in the distance.

quote:

‘It’s horrible,’ she said. ‘The things they did to you. And it was all my fault. If only …’

She buried her face in her hands.

‘That’s all right,’ said Bond comfortingly. ‘It’s no good crying over spilt milk. It’s all over now and thank heavens they let you alone.’ He patted her knee. ‘They were going to start on you when they’d got me really softened up,’ (softened up is good, he thought to himself). ‘We’ve got a lot to thank SMERSH for. Now, come on, let’s forget about it. It certainly wasn’t anything to do with you. Anybody could have fallen for that note. Anyway, it’s all water over the dam,’ he added cheerfully.

Vesper looked at him gratefully through her tears. ‘You really promise?’ she asked. ‘I thought you would never forgive me. I … I’ll try and make it up to you. Somehow.’ She looked at him.

Somehow? thought Bond to himself. He looked at her. She was smiling at him. He smiled back.

‘You’d better look out,’ he said. ‘I may hold you to that.’

She looked into his eyes and said nothing, but the enigmatic challenge was back. She pressed his hand and rose. ‘A promise is a promise,’ she said.

This time they both knew what the promise was.

She picked up her bag from the bed and walked to the door.

‘Shall I come tomorrow?’ She looked at Bond gravely.

‘Yes, please, Vesper,’ said Bond. ‘I’d like that. Please do some more exploring. It will be fun to think of what we can do when I get up. Will you think of some things?’

‘Yes,’ said Vesper. ‘Please get well quickly.’

They gazed at each other for a second. Then she went out and closed the door and Bond listened until the sound of her footsteps had disappeared.

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quote:

From that day Bond’s recovery was rapid.

He sat up in bed and wrote his report to M. He made light of what he still considered amateurish behaviour on the part of Vesper. By juggling with the emphasis, he made the kidnapping sound much more Machiavellian than it had been. He praised Vesper’s coolness and composure throughout the whole episode without saying that he had found some of her actions unaccountable. Every day Vesper came to see him and he looked forward to these visits with excitement. She talked happily of her adventures of the day before, her explorations down the coast and the restaurants where she had eaten. She had made friends with the chief of police and with one of the directors of the Casino and it was they who took her out in the evening and occasionally lent her a car during the day. She kept an eye on the repairs to the Bentley which had been towed down to coachbuilders at Rouen, and she even arranged for some new clothes to be sent out from Bond’s London flat. Nothing survived from his original wardrobe. Every stitch had been cut to ribbons in the search for the forty million francs. The Le Chiffre affair was never mentioned between them. She occasionally told Bond amusing stories of Head of S.’s office. She had apparently transferred there from the W.R.N.S. And he told her of some of his adventures in the Service.

He found he could speak to her easily and he was surprised.

With most women his manner was a mixture of taciturnity and passion. The lengthy approaches to a seduction bored him almost as much as the subsequent mess of disentanglement. He found something grisly in the inevitability of the pattern of each affair. 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. Even more he shunned the ‘mise-en-scène’ for each of these acts in the play – the meeting at a party, the restaurant, the taxi, his flat, her flat, then the week-end by the sea, then the flats again, then the furtive alibis and the final angry farewell on some doorstep in the rain.

But with Vesper there could be none of this.

In the dull room and the boredom of his treatment her presence was each day an oasis of pleasure, something to look forward to. In their talk there was nothing but companionship with a distant undertone of passion. In the background there was the unspoken zest of the promise which, in due course and in their own time, would be met. Over all there brooded the shadow of his injuries and the tantalus of their slow healing.

Whether Bond liked it or not, the branch had already escaped his knife and was ready to burst into flower.

Like I said, Bond is a lot more sentimental (at least at this stage in his life) than he's willing to admit. He's cold, but to a point. When he was talking about how he'd just leave Vesper to die and continue on with the mission, he was doing it while racing to her rescue. It makes one wonder how much of the coldness is an act, a way to mentally adjust himself to the high stakes and dangerous life he lives.

Bond's recovery progresses step by step, from being allowed to sit up to being wheeled into the garden to taking short walks. Finally, the doctor pronounces him well. Exactly three weeks after his torture session, on a hot July day, Bond and Vesper are driving down the coast.

quote:

Their destination was to be a surprise for him. He had not wanted to go back to one of the big hotels in Royale and Vesper said she would find somewhere away from the town. But she insisted on being mysterious about it and only said that she had found a place he would like. He was happy to be in her hands, but he covered up his surrender by referring to their destination as ‘Trou sur Mer’ (she admitted it was by the sea), and lauding the rustic delights of outside lavatories, bed-bugs, and cockroaches.

Their drive was spoiled by a curious incident.

While they followed the coast-road in the direction of Les Noctambules, Bond described to her his wild chase in the Bentley, finally pointing out the curve he had taken before the crash and the exact place where the vicious carpet of spikes had been laid. He slowed the car down and leant out to show her the deep cuts in the tarmac made by the rims of the wheels and the broken branches in the hedge and the patch of oil where the car had come to rest.

But all the time she was distrait and fidgety and commented only in monosyllables. Once or twice he caught her glancing in the driving mirror, but when he had a chance to look back through the rear-window, they had just rounded a bend and he could see nothing.

Finally he took her hand.

‘Something’s on your mind, Vesper,’ he said.

She gave him a taut, bright smile. ‘It’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. I had a silly idea we were being followed. It’s just nerves, I suppose. This road is full of ghosts.’

Under cover of a short laugh she looked back again.

‘Look.’ There was an edge of panic in her voice.

Obediently Bond turned his head. Sure enough, a quarter of a mile away, a black saloon was coming after them at a good pace.

Bond laughed.

‘We can’t be the only people using this road,’ he said. ‘Anyway, who wants to follow us? We’ve done nothing wrong.’ He patted her hand. ‘It’s a middle-aged commercial traveller in car-polish on his way to Le Havre. He’s probably thinking of his lunch and his mistress in Paris. Really, Vesper, you mustn’t think evil of the innocent.’

‘I expect you’re right,’ she said nervously. ‘Anyway, we’re nearly there.’

She relapsed into silence and gazed out of the window.

It's not very curious that Vesper would be paranoid. She's just been through a very stressful kidnapping and saved by the timely intervention of a SMERSH agent who probably didn't care if she lived or died.

Just to humor her, Bond stops the car on a small road leading to the sea. She tenses up, but the car just keeps going; the driver free seduction sex movies does give them a quick glance, but there's a sign advertising fresh seafood right above their heads so that's probably all he was looking at.

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As the rattle of the car’s exhaust diminished down the road, Vesper sank back into her corner. Her face was pale. ‘He looked at us,’ she said, ‘I told you so. I knew we were being followed. Now they know where we are.’

Bond could not contain his impatience. ‘Bunkum,’ he said. ‘He was looking at that sign.’ He pointed it out to Vesper.

Was "bunkum" really a commonly used word in serious contexts in the 50s?

Vesper finally calms down as Bond reassures her that the job is done and they continue their drive. They eventually come through the dunes and find a modest little inn among the pine trees by the sea; it's not much, but Bond instantly falls in love with the little two-story house. The owner, Monsieur Versoix, is a middle-aged man who lost an arm fighting with the Free French in Madagascar; he's a friend of the Royale police chief, so they're going to definitely get good service here.

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Madame Versoix had been interrupted in the middle of preparing dinner. She wore an apron and held a wooden spoon in one hand. She was younger than her husband, chubby and handsome and warm-eyed. Instinctively Bond guessed that they had no children and that they gave their thwarted affection to their friends and some regular customers, and probably to some pets. He thought that their life was probably something of a struggle and that the inn must be very lonely in wintertime with the big seas and the noise of the wind in the pines.

The proprietor showed them to their rooms.

Vesper’s was a double room and Bond was next door, at the corner of the house, with one window looking out to sea and another with a view of the distant arm of the bay. There was a bathroom between them. Everything was spotless, and sparsely comfortable.

The proprietor was pleased when they both showed their delight. He said that dinner would be at seven-thirty and that Madame la patronne was preparing broiled lobsters with melted butter. He was sorry that they were so quiet just then. It was Tuesday. There would be more people at the week-end. The season had not been good. Generally they had plenty of English people staying, but times were difficult over there and the English just came for a week-end at Royale and then went home after losing their money at the Casino. It was not like the old days. He shrugged his shoulders philosophically. But then no day was like the day before, and no century like the previous one, and …

‘Quite so,’ said Bond.

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Stuff is gonna get a little uncomfortable here.

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They were talking on the threshold of Vesper’s room. When the proprietor left them, Bond pushed her inside and closed the door. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks.

‘This is heaven,’ he said.

Then he saw that her eyes were shining. Her hands came up and rested on his forearms. He stepped right up against her and his arms dropped round her waist. Her head went back and her mouth opened beneath his.

‘My darling,’ he said. He plunged his mouth down on to hers, forcing her teeth apart with his tongue and feeling her own tongue working at first shyly then more passionately. He slipped his hands down to her swelling buttocks and gripped them fiercely, pressing the centres of their bodies together. Panting, she slipped her mouth away from his and they clung together while he rubbed his cheek against hers and felt her hard breasts pressing into him. Then he reached up and seized her hair and bent her head back until he could kiss her again. She pushed him away and sank back exhausted on to the bed. For a moment they looked at each other hungrily.

‘I’m sorry, Vesper,’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean to then.’

She shook her head, dumb with the storm which had passed through her.

He came and sat beside her and they looked at each other with lingering tenderness as the tide of passion ebbed in their veins.

She leant over and kissed him on the corner of the mouth, then she brushed the black comma of hair back from his damp forehead.

‘My darling,’ she said. ‘Give me a cigarette. I don’t know where my bag is.’ She looked vaguely round the room.

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Bond makes another attempt, but she rebuffs him. As he walks out, he looks back and thinks that she's crying, but keeps going.

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Bond walked along to his room and sat down on the bed. He felt weak from the passion which had swept through his body. He was torn between the desire to fall back full-length on the bed and his longing to be cooled and revived by the sea. He played with the choice for a moment, then he went over to his suitcase and took out white linen bathing-drawers and a dark blue pyjama-suit.

Bond had always disliked pyjamas and had slept naked until in Hong Kong at the end of the war he came across the perfect compromise. This was a pyjama-coat which came almost down to the knees. It had no buttons, but there was a loose belt round the waist. The sleeves were wide and short, ending just above the elbow. The result was cool and comfortable and now when he slipped the coat on over his trunks, all his bruises and scars were hidden except the thin white bracelets on wrists and ankles and the mark of SMERSH on his right hand.

He slipped his feet into a pair of dark-blue leather sandals and went downstairs and out of the house and across the terrace to the beach. As he passed across the front of the house he thought of Vesper, but he refrained from looking up to see if she was still standing at the window. If she saw him, she gave no sign.

This is another habit of Bond's that's detailed enough that it sounds like something Fleming took from his own life.

Bond strips off his top and dives into the sea, swimming nearly a mile down the bay before coming ashore. He thinks about making love to Vesper, once again trying to find some kind of cold detachment in it. But she's worked her way under his skin over the past few weeks and he's feeling his facade of emotionless brutality dropping.

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He found her companionship easy and unexacting. There was something enigmatic about her which was a constant stimulus. She gave little of her real personality away and he felt that however long they were together there would always be a private room inside her which he could never invade. She was thoughtful and full of consideration without being slavish and without compromising her arrogant spirit. And now he knew that she was profoundly, excitingly sensual, but that the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would each time have the sweet tang of surprise sex. Loving her physically would each time be a thrilling voyage without the anticlimax of arrival. She would surrender herself avidly, he thought, and greedily enjoy all the intimacies of the bed without ever allowing herself to be possessed.

Naked, Bond lay and tried to push away the conclusions he read in the sky. He turned his head and looked down the beach and saw that the shadows of the headland were almost reaching for him.

He stood up and brushed off as much of the sand as he could reach. He reflected that he would have a bath when he got in and he absent-mindedly picked up his trunks and started walking back along the beach. It was only when he reached his pyjama-coat and bent to pick it up that he realized he was still naked. Without bothering about the trunks, he slipped on the light coat and walked on to the hotel.

At that moment his mind was made up.

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Oh, dear.

I think if you rank the five most things in the James Bond novels, that "sweet tang of surprise sex" thing has to be at the top or near it.

(I know you asked for no spoilers, but I could rank what I think are the other four beneath spoiler tags?)

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Oh, dear.

I think if you rank the five most things in the James Bond novels, that "sweet tang of surprise sex" thing has to be at the top or near it.

(I know you asked for no spoilers, but I could rank what I think are the other four beneath spoiler tags?)

My only conditions are "No context" and "Not that one chapter title in Live & Let Die because we need to see that one live."

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No doubt there are some I've just forgotten. Those are the most moments for me, though. If any of those gives too much away let me know and I'll delete them.

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When he got back to his room he was touched to find all his belongings put away and in the bathroom his toothbrush and shaving things neatly arranged at one end of the glass shelf over the washbasin. At the other end was Vesper’s toothbrush and one or two small bottles and a jar of face-cream.

He glanced at the bottles and was surprised to see that one contained nembutal sleeping pills. Perhaps her nerves had been more shaken by the events at the villa than he had imagined.

The bath had been filled for him and there was a new flask of some expensive pine bath-essence on a chair beside it with his towel.

‘Vesper,’ he called.

‘Yes?’

‘You really are the limit. You make me feel like an expensive gigolo.’

I need to say that to a girl next time she does something for me.

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‘I was told to look after you. I’m only doing what I was told.’

‘Darling, the bath’s absolutely right. Will you marry me?’

She snorted. ‘You need a slave, not a wife.’

‘I want you.’

‘Well, I want my lobster and champagne, so hurry up.’

‘All right, all right,’ said Bond.

He dried himself and dressed in a white shirt and dark blue slacks. He hoped that she would be dressed as simply and he was pleased when, without knocking, she appeared in the doorway wearing a blue linen shirt which had faded to the colour of her eyes and a dark red skirt in pleated cotton.

‘I couldn’t wait. I was famished. My room’s over the kitchen and I’ve been tortured by the wonderful smells.’

They had downstairs to the terrace outside the empty dining room, where their table has been prepared. They start with champagne and homemade liver pate on French bread; Bond starts noticing a change in her, and it looks like she's anticipating the night as well.

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When the lobster had come and gone and the second bottle of champagne was half-empty and they had just ladled thick cream over their ‘fraises des bois’, Vesper gave a deep sigh of contentment.

‘I’m behaving like a pig,’ she said happily. ‘You always give me all the things I like best. I’ve never been so spoiled before.’ She gazed across the terrace at the moonlit bay. ‘I wish I deserved it.’ Her voice had a wry undertone.

‘What do you mean?’ asked Bond surprised.

‘Oh, I don’t know. I suppose people get what they deserve, so perhaps I do deserve it.’

She looked at him and smiled. Her eyes narrowed quizzically.

‘You really don’t know much about me,’ she said suddenly.

Bond was surprised by the undertone of seriousness in her voice.

‘Quite enough,’ he said laughing. ‘All I need until tomorrow and the next day and the next. You don’t know much about me for the matter of that.’ He poured out more champagne.

Vesper looked at him thoughtfully.

‘People are islands,’ she said. ‘They don’t really touch. However close they are, they’re really quite separate. Even if they’ve been married for fifty years.’

Bond thought with dismay that she must be going into a ‘vin triste’. Too much champagne had made her melancholy. But suddenly she gave a happy laugh. ‘Don’t look so worried.’ She leaned forward and put her hand over his. ‘I was only being sentimental. Anyway, my island feels very close to your island tonight.’ She took a sip of champagne.

Bond laughed, relieved. ‘Let’s join up and make a peninsula,’ he said. ‘Now, directly we’ve finished the strawberries.’

‘No,’ she said, flirting. ‘I must have coffee.’

‘And brandy,’ countered Bond.

I don't have brandy after nearly enough meals and I really need to fix that.

The pair head up to their rooms and....well, they do the do. Hopefully minus the sweet tang of surprise sex.

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Bond awoke in his own room at dawn and for a time he lay and stroked his memories.

Then he got quietly out of bed and in his pyjama-coat he crept past Vesper’s door and out of the house to the beach.

The sea was smooth and quiet in the sunrise. The small pink waves idly licked the sand. It was cold, but he took off his jacket and wandered naked along the edge of the sea to the point where he had bathed the evening before, then he walked slowly and deliberately into the water until it was just below his chin. He took his feet off the bottom and sank, holding his nose with one hand and shutting his eyes, feeling the cold water comb his body and his hair.

The mirror of the bay was unbroken except where it seemed a fish had jumped. Under the water he imagined the tranquil scene and wished that Vesper could just then come through the pines and be astonished to see him suddenly erupt from the empty seascape.

Bond is literally imagining himself having an "Ursula Andress coming out of the sea in just a bikini" moment, but with himself as the hot girl.

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When after a full minute he came to the surface in a froth of spray, he was disappointed. There was no one in sight. For a time he swam and drifted and then when the sun seemed hot enough, he came in to the beach and lay on his back and revelled in the body which the night had given back to him.

As on the evening before, he stared up into the empty sky and saw the same answer there.

After a while he rose and walked back slowly along the beach to his pyjama-coat.

That day he would ask Vesper to marry him. He was quite certain. It was only a question of choosing the right moment.

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Fancy.


It's interesting how this book is structured. The climax of the story is Le Chiffré kidnapping and torturing Bond and any of the later books would have tied things up fairly promptly afterwards, so all of this denouement really makes it stand apart.

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It's interesting how this book is structured. The climax of the story is Le Chiffré kidnapping and torturing Bond and any of the later books would have tied things up fairly promptly afterwards, so all of this denouement really makes it stand apart.

It seems like it drags out if you're unfamiliar or not picking up on the hints in each chapter, but it builds up to a very satisfying conclusion.

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As he walked quietly from the terrace into the half-darkness of the still shuttered dining-room, he was surprised to see Vesper emerge from the glass-fronted telephone booth near the front door and softly turn up the stairs towards their rooms.

‘Vesper,’ he called, thinking she must have had some urgent message which might concern them both.

She turned quickly, a hand up to her mouth.

For a moment longer than necessary she stared at him, her eyes wide.

‘What is it, darling?’ he asked, vaguely troubled and fearing some crisis in their lives.

‘Oh,’ she said breathlessly, ‘you made me jump. It was only … I was just telephoning to Mathis. To Mathis,’ she repeated. ‘I wondered if he could get me another frock. You know, from that girl-friend I told you about. The vendeuse. You see,’ she talked quickly, her words coming out in a persuasive jumble, ‘I’ve really got nothing to wear. I thought I’d catch him at home before he went to the office. I don’t know my friend’s telephone number and I thought it would be a surprise for you. I didn’t want you to hear me moving and wake you up. Is the water nice? Have you bathed? You ought to have waited for me.’

‘It’s wonderful,’ said Bond, deciding to relieve her mind, though irritated with her obvious guilt over this childish mystery. ‘You must go in and we’ll have breakfast on the terrace. I’m ravenous. I’m sorry I made you jump. I was just startled to see anyone about at this hour of the morning.’

He put his arm round her, but she disengaged herself, and moved quickly on up the stairs.

‘It was such a surprise to see you,’ she said, trying to cover the incident up with a light touch. ‘You looked like a ghost, a drowned man, with the hair down over your eyes like that.’ She laughed harshly. Hearing the harshness, she turned the laugh into a cough.

‘I hope I haven’t caught cold,’ she said. young nude girls tube She kept on patching up the edifice of her deceit until Bond wanted to spank her and tell her to relax and tell the truth. Instead he just gave her a reassuring pat on the back outside her room and told her to hurry up and have her bathe.

Then he went on to his room.

That's, uh, one way to make someone relax Fleming Bond.

Vesper and Bond's relationship is different the next few days. They swing between false happiness and animalistic passion in bed; Bond tries a few times to break her down and figure out what's going on, but Vesper simply adds more embellishments (which he can clearly tell she thought up afterward) and accuses him of thinking she's cheating on him before falling into hysteria and crying.

Bond can't figure out what's going on. He's seeing the one relationship he truly wanted crumble into dust overnight with no answer. Vesper is clearly just as upset as he is about the phone call, but she can't say what it was about.

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Already at luncheon on that day things got worse.

After a breakfast which was an effort for both of them, Vesper said she had a headache and would stay in her room out of the sun. Bond took a book and walked for miles down the beach. By the time he returned he had argued to himself that they would be able to sort the problem out over lunch.

Directly they sat down, he apologized gaily for having startled her at the telephone booth and then he dismissed the subject and went on to describe what he had seen on his walk. But Vesper was distrait and commented only in monosyllables. She toyed with her food and she avoided Bond’s eyes and gazed past him with an air of preoccupation.

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.

All of a sudden she stiffened. Her fork fell with a clatter on to the edge of her plate and then noisily off the table on to the terrace.

Bond looked up. She had gone as white as a sheet and she was looking over his shoulder with terror in her face.

Bond turned his head and saw that a man had just taken his place at a table on the opposite side of the terrace, well away from them. He seemed ordinary enough, perhaps rather sombrely dressed, but in his first quick glance Bond put him down as some business man on his way along the coast who had just happened on the inn or had picked it out of the Michelin.

‘What is it, darling?’ he asked anxiously.

Vesper’s eyes never moved from the distant figure.

‘It’s the man in the car,’ she said in a stifled voice. ‘The man who was following us. I know it is.’

Bond looked again over his shoulder. The patron was discussing the menu with the new customer. It was a perfectly normal scene. They exchanged smiles over some item on the menu and apparently agreed that it would suit for the patron took the card and with, Bond guessed, a final exchange about the wine, he withdrew.

The man seemed to realize that he was being watched. He looked up and gazed incuriously at them for a moment. Then he reached for a brief-case on the chair beside him, extracted a newspaper and started to read it, his elbows propped up on the table.

The only thing really unusual about the man, which Bond sees as he shifts position, is that he has a black eyepatch pinched over one eye like a monocle. Bond immediately works to reassure Vesper that he's just a traveler, but she's so stunned with fear that she looks about to faint and runs back to the room. Bond decides to set her mind at ease and heads to the parking lot, taking down the license plate of the man's black Peugeot; he tries to check the car further but the interior is empty and the trunk is locked.

After the man with the eyepatch leaves, Bond strikes up a conversation with the proprietor about him. He claimed to have been a traveling Swiss watch salesman and that he'll probably return in a few days.

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For a time they talked about the war. Then Bond rose.

‘By the way,’ he said, ‘madame had an early telephone call which I must remember to pay for. Paris. An Elysée number I think,’ he added, remembering that that was Mathis’s exchange.

‘Thank you, monsieur, but the matter is regulated. I was speaking to Royale this morning and the exchange mentioned that one of my guests had put through a call to Paris and that there had been no answer. They wanted to know if madame would like the call kept in. I’m afraid the matter escaped my mind. Perhaps monsieur would mention it to madame. But, let me see, it was an Invalides number the exchange referred to.’

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The next two days were much the same.

On the fourth day of their stay Vesper went off early to Royale. A taxi came and fetched her and brought her back. She said she needed some medicine.

That night she made a special effort to be gay.

Same.

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She drank a lot and when they went upstairs, she led him into her bedroom and made passionate love to him. Bond’s body responded, but afterwards she cried bitterly into her pillow and Bond went to his room in grim despair.

He could hardly sleep and in the early hours he heard her door open softly. Some small sounds came from downstairs. He was sure she was in the telephone booth. Very soon he heard her door softly close and he guessed that again there had been no reply from Paris.

This was Saturday.

The man with the eyepatch returns again on Sunday, just like he said. Bond phoned Mathis to trace the license plate, and Mathis confirmed that the car was rented two weeks before by Adolph Gettler, a Swiss watch industry man who gave a bank in Zurich as his address. When Vesper sees him in the lobby again, she doesn't even wait and bolts back to the room. Bond makes up his mind to figure things out and confronts her.

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‘Vesper,’ he said, holding her cold hands in his, ‘we can’t go on like this. We must finish with it. We are torturing each other and there is only one way of stopping it. Either you must tell me what all this is about or we must leave. At once.’

She said nothing and her hands were lifeless in his.

‘My darling,’ he said. ‘Won’t you tell me? Do you know, that first morning I was coming back to ask you to marry me. Can’t we go back to the beginning again? What is this dreadful nightmare that is killing us?’

At first she said nothing, then a tear rolled slowly down her cheek.

‘You mean you would have married me?’ Bond nodded.

‘Oh my God,’ she said. ‘My God.’ She turned and clutched him, pressing her face against his chest.

He held her closely to him. ‘Tell me, my love,’ he said. ‘Tell me what’s hurting you.’

Her sobs became quieter.

‘Leave me for a little,’ she said and a new note had come into her voice. A note of resignation. ‘Let me think for a little.’ She kissed his face and held it between her hands. She looked at him with yearning. ‘Darling, I’m trying to do what’s best for us. Please believe me. But it’s terrible. I’m in a frightful …’ She wept again, clutching him like a child with nightmares.

Bond gives up. At dinner things get a little better, but she's still shaken up. She promises Bond that she'll tell him everything in the morning. She drinks far too much champagne, which finally seems to get her in a good mood, and they return to bed and do the thing you do.

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‘You must go now,’ said Vesper when Bond had slept for a while in her arms.

As if to take back her words she held him more closely to her, murmuring endearments and pressing her body down the whole length of his.

When he finally rose and bent to smooth back her hair and finally kiss her eyes and her mouth good night, she reached out and turned on the light.

‘Look at me,’ she said, ‘and let me look at you.’

He knelt beside her. She examined every line on his face as if she was seeing him for the first time. Then she reached up and put an arm round his neck. Her deep blue eyes were swimming with tears as she drew his head slowly towards her and kissed him gently on the lips. Then she let him go and turned off the light.

‘Good night, my dearest love,’ she said.

Bond bent and kissed her. He tasted the tears on her cheek.

He went to the door and looked back.

‘Sleep well, my darling,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry, everything’s all right now.’

He closed the door softly and walked to his room with a full heart.

We have one chapter remaining.

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The patron brought him the letter in the morning.

He burst into Bond’s room holding the envelope in front of him as if it was on fire.

‘There has been a terrible accident. Madame …’

Bond hurled himself out of bed and through the bathroom, but the communicating door was locked. He dashed back and through his room and down the corridor past a shrinking, terrified maid.

Vesper’s door was open. The sunlight through the shutters lit up the room. Only her black hair showed above the sheet and her body under the bedclothes was straight and moulded like a stone effigy on a tomb.

Bond fell on his knees beside her and drew back the sheet.

She was asleep. She must be. Her eyes were closed. There was no change in the dear face. She was just as she would look and yet, and yet she was so still, no movement, no pulse, no breath. That was it. There was no breath.

Later the patron came and touched him on the shoulder. He pointed at the empty glass on the table beside her. There were white dregs in the bottom of it. It stood beside her book and her cigarettes and matches and the small pathetic litter of her mirror and lipstick and handkerchief. And on the floor the empty bottle of sleeping pills, the pills Bond had seen in the bathroom that first evening.

Vesper wasn't lying when she told Bond that she would explain everything in the morning. He stumbles back to his room holding the envelope, labeled "Pour Lui". He opens it, reads it, and then throws it angrily onto the bed.

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My darling James [the letter opened],

I love you with all my heart and while you read these words I hope you still love me because, now, with these words, this is the last moment that your love will last. So good-bye, my sweet love, while we still love each other. Good-bye, my darling.

I am an agent of the M.W.D. Yes, I am a double agent for the Russians. I was taken on a year after the war and I have worked for them ever since. I was in love with a Pole in the R.A.F. Until you, I still was. You can find out who he was. He had two D.S.O.s and after the war he was trained by M. and dropped back into Poland. They caught him and by torturing him they found out a lot and also about me. They came after me and told me he could live if I would work for them. He knew nothing of this, but he was allowed to write to me. The letter arrived on the fifteenth of each month. I found I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t bear the idea of a fifteenth coming round without his letter. It would mean that I had killed him. I tried to give them as little as possible. You must believe me about this. Then it came to you. I told them you had been given this job at Royale, what your cover was and so on. That was why they knew about you before you arrived and why they had time to put the microphones in. They suspected Le Chiffre, but they didn’t know what your assignment was except that it was something to do with him. That was all I told them.

Then I was told not to stand behind you in the Casino and to see that neither Mathis nor Leiter did. That was why the gunman was nearly able to shoot you. Then I had to stage that kidnapping. You may have wondered why I was so quiet in the night club. They didn’t hurt me because I was working for M.W.D.

But when I found out what had been done to you, even though it was Le Chiffre who did it and he turned out to be a traitor, I decided I couldn’t go on. By that time I had begun to fall in love with you. They wanted me to find out things from you while you were recovering, but I refused. I was controlled from Paris. I had to ring up an Invalides number twice a day. They threatened me, and finally they withdrew my control and I knew my lover in Poland would have to die. But they were afraid I would talk, I suppose, and I got a final warning that SMERSH would come for me if I didn’t obey them. I took no notice. I was in love with you. Then I saw the man with the black patch in the Splendide and I found he had been making inquiries about my movements. This was the day before we came down here. I hoped I could shake him off. I decided that we would have an affair and I would escape to South America from Le Havre. I hoped I would have a baby of yours and be able to start again somewhere. But they followed us. You can’t get away from them.

I knew it would be the end of our love if I told you. I realized that I could either wait to be killed by SMERSH, and perhaps get you killed too, or I could kill myself.

There it is, my darling love. You can’t stop me calling you that or saying that I love you. I am taking that with me and the memories of you.

I can’t tell you much to help you. The Paris number was Invalides 55200. I never met any of them in London. Everything was done through an accommodation address, a newsagents at 450 Charing Cross Place.

At our first dinner together you talked about that man in Yugoslavia who was found guilty of treason. He said: ‘I was carried away by the gale of the world.’ That’s my only excuse. That, and for love of the man whose life I tried to save.

It’s late now and I’m tired, and you’re just through two doors. But I’ve got to be brave. You might save my life, but I couldn’t bear the look in your dear eyes.

My love, my love.

For the entire book, Bond has denigrated Vesper. The very first thought he had when he learned that a woman would be present on the mission was to say that women are only good for loving and homemaking and that's it. He was cold to her and treated her like an inexperienced child, no matter what intelligence and cunning he saw in her for a few moments. When she began showing signs of fear and depression during their stay on the beach, he brushed it off as immaturity.

Bond just spent the entire book getting played like a fiddle.

One point of common controversy with the Bond books is the racism and sexism Bond expresses, which many assume to simply be Fleming's own beliefs put to pen. Fleming's excuses that he intentionally wrote Bond as a lovely person are taken as just that: excuses. But I argue that Vesper Lynd is the purest example of Fleming's understanding that women are completely equal to men in cunning and strength of spirit. She was just as competent as Bond at everything and played on his misogyny to fool him from the very beginning. Whenever he began to question anything, she turned on the waterworks and made him think she was just a typical girl being emotional.

Bond consistently underestimated her and never once suspected that she was his enemy all the way until the end. Had he been able to see past his own prejudices, maybe he could have figured out why Vesper seemed so distant after Bond won the game against Le Chiffre, or why she was completely unharmed by her kidnappers and spent her recovery time sunning on the beach without a single sign of trauma at her kidnapping, or why she spent their vacation paranoid and convinced that they were being stalked. But he could never look past his image of Vesper as a simpering little girl who needs to have her hand held through life.

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Bond threw the letter down. Mechanically he brushed his fingers together. Suddenly he banged his temples with his fists and stood up. For a moment he looked out towards the quiet sea, then he cursed aloud, one harsh obscenity.

His eyes were wet and he dried them.

He pulled on a shirt and trousers and with a set cold face he walked down and shut himself in the telephone booth.

While he was getting through to London, he calmly reviewed the facts of Vesper’s letter. They all fitted. The little shadows and question marks of the past four weeks, which his instinct had noted but his mind rejected, all stood out now like signposts.

He saw her now only as a spy. Their love and his grief were relegated to the boxroom of his mind. Later, perhaps they would be dragged out, dispassionately examined, and then bitterly thrust back with other sentimental baggage he would rather forget. Now he could only think of her treachery to the Service and to her country and of the damage it had done. His professional mind was completely absorbed with the consequences – the covers which must have been blown over the years, the codes which the enemy must have broken, the secrets which must have leaked from the centre of the very section devoted to penetrating the Soviet Union.

Compartmentalize.

That's how Bond works. When his mind is at risk of being overcome, he closes it. Bond swings wildly between sentimentality and coldness in this book because the only way he can handle any sort of conflicting thoughts is to shut down anything that might interfere with the mission. He'll tell himself that he's calmly going about his duties and making Vesper a pawn to be sacrificed as he's screaming his way at a hundred miles per hour to rescue her.

Bond has no love on the level of Vesper for a very long time. He has a different girl each mission, but nobody who sticks in his mind the way she does. I think part of it is how he tries to just flip the switch on love, making it a distraction rather than something to fall into. It'll be over 10 years in real time before we see Bond find another woman that he feels the same way for. Fans of the films already know that one, probably.

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It was ghastly. God knew how the mess would be cleared up.

He ground his teeth. Suddenly Mathis’s words came back to him: ‘There are plenty of really black targets around,’ and, earlier, ‘What about SMERSH? I don’t like the idea of these chaps running around France killing anyone they feel has been a traitor to their precious political system.’

Bond grinned bitterly to himself. How soon Mathis had been proved right and how soon his own little sophistries had been exploded in his face!

While he, Bond, had been playing Red Indians through the years (yes, Le Chiffre’s description was perfectly accurate), the real enemy had been working quietly, coldly, without heroics, right there at his elbow.

He suddenly had a vision of Vesper walking down a corridor with documents in her hand. On a tray. They just got it on a tray while the cool secret agent with a Double O number was gallivanting round the world – playing Red Indians.

His finger nails dug into the palms of his hands and his body sweated with shame.

Well, it was not too late. Here was a target for him, right to hand. He would take on SMERSH and hunt it down. Without SMERSH, without this cold weapon of death and revenge, the M.W.D. would be just another bunch of civil servant spies, no better and no worse than any of the western services.

SMERSH was the spur. Be faithful, spy well, or you die. Inevitably and without any question, you will be hunted down and killed.

And despite this anger, one can almost see Vesper as the true spur for it. "If SMERSH wasn't involved, Vesper wouldn't have had to die." Bond's anger at the Soviet agency comes not because he wants the danger of SMERSH gone, but because they murdered the woman he wanted to marry.

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The telephone rang and Bond snatched up the receiver.

He was on to ‘the Link’, the outside liaison officer who was the only man in London he might telephone from abroad. Then only in dire necessity.

He spoke quietly into the receiver.

‘This is 007 speaking. This is an open line. It’s an emergency. Can you hear me? Pass this on at once. 3030 was a double, working for Redland.

‘Yes, dammit, I said “was”. The bitch is dead now.’

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I assume "M.W.D." is supposed to be the MVD, the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs. We've already seen that Fleming wasn't great at Cyrillic, and here he attributes functions to the MVD which AFAIK were actually the responsibility of the MGB and then KGB.

I suppose he just looked at the name and assumed the MVD was a direct continuation of the People's Commissariat for Internal Affairs, the NKVD.

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I suppose he just looked at the name and assumed the MVD was a direct continuation of the People's Commissariat for Internal Affairs, the NKVD.

Since he left the service after WW2, I'm guessing he was lacking in the most current Soviet intelligence knowledge at the time of writing. Same reason he would have kept using SMERSH despite it being disbanded and absorbed into the MGB. This was also written two years before the KGB was established and longer before the KGB actually achieved real stability, so I believe the KGB never once appears in the books despite being the authentic Soviet intelligence agency for most of the series' lifespan.

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While dog to dog porn Casino Royale ends with a vague sequel hook in Bond stating a desire to wipe out SMERSH, the book was a distraction for Fleming while preparing for his wedding. He got poor feedback from some of his peers, but pressed forward in publishing it. To his surprise, it was a rousing success.

Something you'll see with the Bond novels is that it often appears that Fleming never planned to write michelle thorne free porn any of the sequels! He gets inspiration or needs money and sits down to pound out another book. A few times he even left Bond in a cliffhanger ending where he could easily write it as Bond's death in case he retired the series.

However, dolphin sex for pleasure Live and Let Die was a bit different. Fleming actually started research on the novel before the first book was even published, publishing a sequel only four months after the first book! The original title was mature moms sex video The Undertaker's Wind, a colloquial term for a seasonal wind in Jamaica that will appear later in the book. It takes the opportunity to further humanize Bond, softening the cruelty and cold detachment he expressed in Royale-les-Eaux.

While Fleming intended for the book to be more serious than the sex offender list Casino Royale, you can definitely see his influence from detective novels start slipping in hard and fast. Almost all of the book takes place in America, from the hard streets of Harlem to the harbor warehouses of St. Petersburg, fighting voodoo-wielding gangsters with only a tenuous background connection to Bond's vendetta against SMERSH.

Unfortunately, this also means the book starts getting very uncomfortably racist in ways that Fleming can't just pass off as "Bond is a dick". The reason I started including chapter titles is specifically because this book hits you in the face with a cast iron frying pan of discomfort.

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The film adaptation was Roger Moore's first outing as Bond. Already a celebrity from his work on dragon age origins sex The Saint as Simon Templar, Moore dialed up the suave to 11 and turned Bond into the smoothest operator on the planet. Moore's Bond was the kind who codified the stereotype of Bond parodies: a charming British man in a tuxedo filled with hidden gadgets, always ready with the exact device and a pithy quip to save the day in between three-martini lunches.

It might surprise you to find out that his first film was about as far from a suave setting as you could get! As the Black Panthers were on the rise in the dying days of the Civil Rights movement, the producers thought it would be daring to adapt the book with black villains. They latched onto the blaxploitation phenomenon of the 1970s, setting Bond against heroin smugglers in pimpmobiles who keep calling him a honky.

The film was a great success, and part of it may have been the theme song being the first from Bond to earn an Academy Award nomination veronika zemanova sex video and a Grammy nomination. The song was written by Paul and Linda McCartney (just a few years after the breakup of the Beatles) and performed by their band, Wings. Paul started writing the same afternoon that he finished reading the novel and recorded it the next day; while Saltzman wanted someone like Shirley Bassey (who did "Goldfinger" and "Diamonds Are Forever" before this and would later do "Moonraker") to do the singing, McCartney wanted Wings to do it themselves. Saltzman had previously rejected a chance to produce cathryn zeta jones nude A Hard Day's Night, so he decided not to make the same mistake twice.

"Live and Let Die" is one of the most famous Bond themes after "A View to a Kill", both of which are some of the few along with "Skyfall" and "Writing's on the Wall" to receive serious radio airplay even today. It also has the most famous teen tryouts audition 3 cover of a James Bond song, being covered by Guns n' Roses for the free asian teen pic Use Your Illusion I album in 1993.

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There are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act the part of a very rich man; occasions when he takes refuge in good living to efface the memory of danger and the shadow of death; and times when, as was now the case, he is a guest in the territory of an allied Secret Service.

From the moment the B.O.A.C. Stratocruiser taxied up to the International Air Terminal at Idlewild, James Bond was treated like royalty.

When he left the aircraft with the other passengers he had resigned himself to the notorious purgatory of the U.S. Health, Immigration and Customs machinery. At least an hour, he thought, of overheated, drab-green rooms smelling of last year’s air and stale sweat and guilt and the fear that hangs round all frontiers, fear of those closed doors marked PRIVATE that hide the careful men, the files, the teleprinters chattering urgently to Washington, to the Bureau of Narcotics, Counter Espionage, the Treasury, the F.B.I.

As he walked across the tarmac in the bitter January wind he saw his own name going over the network: BOND, JAMES. BRITISH DIPLOMATIC PASSPORT 0094567, the short wait and the replies coming back on the different machines: NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE. And then, from the F.B.I: POSITIVE AWAIT CHECK. There would be some hasty traffic on the F.B.I. circuit with the Central Intelligence Agency and then: F.B.I. TO IDLEWILD: BOND OKAY OKAY, and the bland official out front would hand him back his passport with a ‘Hope you enjoy your stay, Mr Bond.’

Bond shrugged his shoulders and followed the other passengers through the wire fence towards the door marked U.S. HEALTH SERVICE.

In his case it was only a boring routine, of course, but he disliked the idea of his dossier being in the possession of any foreign power. Anonymity was the chief tool of his trade. Every thread of his real identity that went on record in any file diminished his value and, ultimately, was a threat to his life. Here in America, where they knew all about him, high quality sex dolls he felt like a negro whose shadow has been stolen by the witchdoctor. A vital part of himself was in pawn, in the hands of others. Friends, of course, in this instance, but still …

Yeah, this one is off to a good start...

Going through this in order, BOAC is the British Overseas Airways Corporation, a state-owned airline active from 1940 until its merger forming British Airways in 1974. The plane is a Boeing 377 Stratocruiser, a very new plane that had only started seeing airliner service in 1949 while the book is likely set in 1952 or 1953. A sign of its times, the Boeing 377 was a huge prop plane with a lineage leading back to the B-29 Superfortress.

Idlewild Airport is what we now call John F. Kennedy in New York City, though at the time it was properly called New York International Airport. It's also very new, opening in 1948. I believe this scene was directly taken from Fleming's own flight into the city, as he and his wife actually took the exact same route Bond does in this book to get from the UK to Jamaica.

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‘Mr Bond?’

A pleasant-looking nondescript man in plain clothes had stepped forward from the shadow of the Health Service building.

‘My name’s Halloran. Pleased to meet you!’

They shook hands.

‘Hope you had a pleasant trip. Would you follow me, please?’

He turned to the officer of the Airport police on guard at the door.

‘Okay, Sergeant.’

‘Okay, Mr Halloran. Be seeing you.’

The other passengers had passed inside. Halloran turned to the left, away from the building. Another policeman held open a small gate in the high boundary fence.

'’Bye, Mr Halloran.’

‘’Bye, Officer. Thanks.’

Directly outside a black Buick waited, its engine sighing quietly. They climbed in. Bond’s two light suitcases were in front next to the driver. Bond couldn’t imagine how they had been extracted so quickly from the mound of passengers’ luggage he had seen only minutes before being trolleyed over to Customs.

‘Okay, Grady. Let’s go.’ Bond sank back luxuriously as the big limousine surged forward, slipping quickly into top through the Dynaflow gears.

He turned to Halloran.

‘Well, that’s certainly one of the reddest carpets I’ve ever seen. I expected to be at least an hour getting through Immigration. Who laid it on? I’m not used to V.I.P. treatment. Anyway, thanks very much for your part in it all.’

‘You’re very welcome, Mr Bond.’ Halloran smiled and offered him a cigarette from a fresh pack of Luckies. ‘We want to make your stay comfortable. Anything you want, just say so and it’s yours. You’ve got some good friends in Washington. I don’t myself know why you’re here but it seems the authorities are keen that you should be a privileged guest of the Government. It’s my job to see you get to your hotel as quickly and as comfortably as possible and then I’ll hand over and be on my way. May I have your passport a moment, please.’

Dynaflow was an automatic transmission system used by Buick from about 1947 to 1963. It was extremely smooth for its time, lacking the split-second loss in throttle when shifting gears, but was nicknamed the "Dynaslush" by drivers for the very slow acceleration it resulted in.



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Bond gave it to him. Halloran opened a brief-case on the seat beside him and took out a heavy metal stamp. He turned the pages of Bond’s passport until he came to the US Visa, stamped it, scribbled his signature over the dark blue circle of the Department of Justice cypher and gave it back to him. Then he took out his pocket-book and extracted a thick white envelope which he gave to Bond.

‘There’s a thousand dollars in there, Mr Bond.’ He held up his hand as Bond started to speak. ‘And it’s Communist money we took in the Schmidt-Kinaski haul. We’re using it back at them and you are asked to co-operate and spend this in any way you like on your present assignment. I am advised that it will be considered a very unfriendly act if you refuse. Let’s please say no more about it and,’ he added, as Bond continued to hold the envelope dubiously in his hand, ‘I am also to say that the disposal of this money through your hands has the knowledge and approval of your own Chief.’

$1000 would be equivalent to about $9500 in modern cash. Not a fortune, but enough for a week out on the town.

As Halloran writes up his notes for the report he'll need to send, Bond gazes out the window at Queens as they drive away from the airport.

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He was glad to keep silent and gaze out at his first sight of America since the war. It was no waste of time to start picking up the American idiom again: the advertisements, the new car models and the prices of second-hand ones in the used-car lots; the exotic pungency of the road signs: SOFT SHOULDERS – SHARP CURVES – SQUEEZE AHEAD – SLIPPERY WHEN WET; the standard of driving; the number of women at the wheel, their menfolk docilely beside them; the men’s clothes; the way the women were doing their hair; the Civil Defence warnings: IN CASE OF ENEMY ATTACK – KEEP MOVING – GET OFF BRIDGE; the thick rash of television aerials and the impact of TV on hoardings and shop windows; the occasional helicopter; the public appeals for cancer and polio funds: THE MARCH OF DIMES – all the small, fleeting impressions that were as important to his trade as are broken bark and bent twigs to the trapper in the jungle.

The driver chose the Triborough Bridge and they soared across the breath-taking span into the heart of up-town Manhattan, the beautiful prospect of New York hastening towards them until they were down amongst the hooting, teeming, petrol-smelling roots of the stressed-concrete jungle.

Bond turned to his companion.

‘I hate to say it,’ he said, ‘but this must be the fattest atomic bomb target on the whole face of the globe.’

‘Nothing to touch it,’ agreed Halloran. ‘Keeps me awake nights thinking what would happen.’

One of the fastest ways to identify when this book takes place is seeing New York City and your first thought being "Wow, this is a great place for a nuke."

So I really, really love New York City. For the past 10 years, I've gone up for a week or two every single year (about 4 months cumulatively in the past decade). I know the city about as well as my own home and I know a lot about the history and neighborhoods, so I have plenty to contribute.



The Triborough Bridge (officially renamed the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge in 2008, though everyone still uses the old name) is actually three bridges connected by elevated expressways into one single thoroughfare, passing through Queens, the Bronx, and Manhattan. At this time it would also cross over Randalls Island and Wards Island; the channel between them was filled in about 10 years after the book takes place to conjoin the islands, and they're now simply referred to as Randalls and Wards Islands because that's not confusing at all for a single landmass!

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They drew up at the best hotel in New York, the St Regis, at the corner of Fifth Avenue and 55th Street. A saturnine middle-aged man in a dark blue overcoat and black homburg came forward behind the commissionaire. On the sidewalk, Halloran introduced him.

‘Mr Bond, meet Captain Dexter.’ He was deferential. ‘Can I pass him along to you now, Captain?’

‘Sure, sure. Just have his bags sent up. Room 2100. Top floor. I’ll go ahead with Mr Bond and see he has everything he wants.’





Bond certainly isn't going to want for comfort! The St. Regis is located just 4 blocks south of the southeast corner of Central Park, built in 1904 by John Jacob Astor IV as a companion to the Waldorf-Astoria that he owned half of at the time. It's still open and I should really hit up the bar and take pictures when I'm back in town in December.

Fleming also makes a minor mistake, as the St. Regis only has 20 floors and Bond's room should logically be 2000.

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Bond turned to say goodbye to Halloran and thank him. For a moment Halloran had his back to him as he said something about Bond’s luggage to the commissionaire. Bond looked past him across 55th Street. His eyes narrowed. A black sedan, a Chevrolet, was pulling sharply out into the thick traffic, right in front of a Checker cab that braked hard, its driver banging his fist down on the horn and holding it there. The sedan kept going, just caught the tail of the green light, and disappeared north up Fifth Avenue.

It was a smart, decisive bit of driving, but what startled Bond was that it had been a negress at the wheel, a fine-looking negress in a black chauffeur’s uniform, and through the rear window he had caught a glimpse of the single passenger – a huge grey-black face which had turned slowly towards him and looked directly back at him, Bond was sure of it, as the car accelerated towards the Avenue.

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Bond finds it unusual that a black woman would be driving a car anywhere in the world, so the car certainly came from the one place it would make sense: Harlem. He wonders if the man in the back seat was the elusive Mr. Big.

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They walked down the corridor to the corner room.

The wind sighed outside the passage windows and Bond had a fleeting view of the tops of other skyscrapers and, beyond, the stark fingers of the trees in Central Park. He felt far out of touch with the ground and for a moment a strange feeling of loneliness and empty space gripped his heart.

Dexter unlocked the door of No. 2100 and shut it behind them. They were in a small lighted lobby. They left their hats and coats on a chair and Dexter opened the door in front of them and held it for Bond to go through.

He walked into an attractive sitting-room decorated in Third Avenue ‘Empire’ – comfortable chairs and a broad sofa in pale yellow silk, a fair copy of an Aubusson on the floor, pale grey walls and ceiling, a bow-fronted French sideboard with bottles and glasses and a plated ice-bucket, a wide window through which the winter sun poured out of a Swiss-clear sky. The central heating was just bearable.

The communicating door with the bedroom opened.

‘Arranging the flowers by your bed. Part of the famous C.I.A. “Service With a Smile”.’ The tall thin young man came forward with a wide grin, his hand outstretched, to where Bond stood rooted with astonishment.

‘Felix Leiter! What the hell are you doing here?’

Well, it certainly won't be a boring book with Felix here! Felix mixes up a martini and explains that after the Casino Royale job, he was pulled out of Joint Intelligence and put with the CIA to act as a liaison with the FBI. The case has two halves, with the FBI having jurisdiction over the New York investigation and Bond and the CIA handling the Jamaican side. Bond lets Captain Dexter know that he understands the authority everyone has.

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There was a knock on the door. Leiter opened it to let in the bellboy with Bond’s suitcases. He was followed by two waiters pushing trolleys loaded with covered dishes, cutlery and snow-white linen, which they proceeded to lay out on a folding table.

‘Soft-shell crabs with tartare sauce, flat beef Hamburgers, medium-rare, from the charcoal grill, french-fried potatoes, broccoli, mixed salad with thousand-island dressing, ice-cream with melted butterscotch and as good a Liebfraumilch as you can get in America. Okay?’

‘It sounds fine,’ said Bond with a mental reservation about the melted butterscotch.

They sat down and ate steadily through each delicious course of American cooking at its rare best.

Bond's got very little ground to stand on with insulting melted butterscotch on ice cream. The guy ate an avocado with French dressing.

Fleming doesn't even wait for the second chapter to get Bond and company eating. A bit of cultural change appears here, with the burgers (presumably served without buns for this fancy feast) being referred to as medium rare when list female porn stars Casino Royale had Bond order his French tournedos "underdone". And of course, the much more proper name for a big plate of fries.

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They said little, and it was only when the coffee had been brought and the table cleared away that Captain Dexter took the fifty-cent cigar from his mouth and cleared his throat decisively.

‘Mr Bond,’ he said, ‘now perhaps you would tell us what you know about this case.’

Bond slit open a fresh pack of King Size Chesterfields with his thumb-nail and, as he settled back in his comfortable chair in the warm luxurious room, his mind went back two weeks to the bitter raw day in early January when he had walked out of his Chelsea flat into the dreary half-light of a London fog.

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While there's plenty of casual racism (and a bunch of not so casual racism) in the book, this is more of a case of the evolution of language, and )maybe some casual racism baked into the language) than a deliberate attempt at a slur, though. "Negro" didn't really fall out of fashion and "black" into fashion until the late 60s/early 70s. Before then, "negro" was seen as the polite term, and and "black", while not necessarily a slur, was seen as impolite and vaguely insulting. I mention the casual racism in the language, because part of the reason "black" was seen as insulting was because it drew direct attention to skin color, and in a society where skin color was directly linked to social status, the term was considered insulting. This sort of colorism existed within the black community as well. Even when colleges and fraternities and social clubs were segregated, light skin blacks found it easier to get into colleges, fraternities and sororities, social clubs and so on.

It wasn't really until the rise of the Black Power movement and the "black is beautiful" slogan, that the term black became commonly used by African-Americans and as the preferred term to refer to African-Americans.

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While there's plenty of casual racism (and a bunch of not so casual racism) in the book, this is more of a case of the evolution of language, and )maybe some casual racism baked into the language) than a deliberate attempt at a slur, though. "Negro" didn't really fall out of fashion and "black" into fashion until the late 60s/early 70s. Before then, "negro" was seen as the polite term, and and "black", while not necessarily a slur, was seen as impolite and vaguely insulting. I mention the casual racism in the language, because part of the reason "black" was seen as insulting was because it drew direct attention to skin color, and in a society where skin color was directly linked to social status, the term was considered insulting. This sort of colorism existed within the black community as well. Even when colleges and fraternities and social clubs were segregated, light skin blacks found it easier to get into colleges, fraternities and sororities, social clubs and so on.

It wasn't really until the rise of the Black Power movement and the "black is beautiful" slogan, that the term black became commonly used by African-Americans and as the preferred term to refer to African-Americans.

Oh we’ll have lots of other words too!

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I can't see how everyone smoked as much as they do in these books, it seems crazy

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I can't see how everyone smoked as much as they do in these books, it seems crazy

Technically they couldn't, as demonstrated by Fleming suddenly dying of a heart attack at 56. Chances are Bond would have lived maybe 10 years past mandatory Double-O retirement before being found dead on the kitchen floor.

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Technically they couldn't, as demonstrated by Fleming suddenly dying of a heart attack at 56. Chances are Bond would have lived maybe 10 years past mandatory Double-O retirement before being found dead on the kitchen floor.

Ah that makes way more sense. I'm just mentally picturing all these elegant scenes or eating and it's just a haze of smoke and residual smoke smell.

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Oh we'll have lots of other words too!

I assume it's at least not going to get up to HP Lovecraft levels of racism

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