Finished my Fleming Bond book last night (The Man with the Golden Gun). With only one left, I wanted to cherish it, and I did. In fact, I think I’ve taken so long between books to stretch out the experiences that I can go back to the start, not remembering much of what happened (I think I read Casino Royale close to ten years ago). But that’s an investigation for another day.
For today, I have my remembrances, some quotes of genius from the man they call Fleming, from the man they call Bond:
Blofeld: “Since last January he has ceased to be an animal. By a simple stroke of surgery on the woman he love, I reduced him to human dimensions” (You Only Live Twice, 245).
Animals above humans, you say…?
Bond’s suggested epitaph: “I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time” (260).
Be bold, be brave, be Don – do the most good in the time I have, share the most love and be the best of me.
“The man had taken off his macintosh. He was wearing an old reddish-brown tweed coat with his flannel trousers, a pale yellow Viyella summer shirt, and the dark blue and maroon zig-zagged tie of the Royal Artillery. It was tied with a Windsor knot. Bond mistrusted anyone who tied his tie with a Windsor knot. It showed too much vanity. It was often the mark of a cad” (From Russia With Love, Chapter 25).
Had to throw that one in there – an oldie but a goodie.