Luck In All Its Moods Had To

People Do Connect Me With James Bond Simply Because I Happen To Like Scrambled Eggs And Short-sleeved Shirts And Some Of The Things That James Bond Does, But I Certainly Haven't Got His Guts Nor His Very Lively Appetites.

These Blithering Women Who Thought They Could Do A Man's Work. Why The Hell Couldn't They Stay At Home And Mind Their Pots And Pans And Stick To Their Frocks And Gossip And Leave Men's Work To The Men.

All The Greatest Men Are Maniacs. They Are Possessed By A Mania Which Drives Them Forward Towards Thier Goal. The Great Scientists, The Philosophers, The Religious Leaders - All Maniacs. What Else But A Blind Singlenee Of Purpose Could Have Given Focus To Thier Genius, Would Have Kept Them In The Groove Of Purpose. Mania... Is As Priceless As Genius.

He Could Not Just Wear A Watch. It Had To Be A Rolex.

Shaken And Not Stirred.