Our Prisons Are Full Of People Who

Smoking I Find The Most Ridiculous Of All The Varieties Of Human Behavior And Practically The Only One That Is Entirely Against Nature. Can You Imagine A Cow Or Any Animal Taking A Mouthful Of Smoldering Straw Then Breathing In The Smoke And Blowing It Out Through Its Nostrils?

Above All, He Liked It That Everything Was One's Own Fault. There Was Only Oneself To Praise Or Blame. Luck Was A Servant And Not A Master. Luck Had To Be Accepted With A Shrug Or Taken Advantage Of Up To The Hilt. But It Had To Be Understood And Recognized For What It Was And Not Confused With A Faulty Appreciation Of The Odds, For, At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To Mistake Bad Play For Bad Luck. And Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared

Everything I Write Has A Precedent In Truth.

When I Wrote The First [bond Novel] In 1953, I Wanted Bond To Be An Extremely Dull, Uninteresting Man To Whom Things Happened... When I Was Casting Around For A Name For My Protagonist I Thought By God, [james Bond] Is The Dullest Name I Ever Heard.

Just As, At Least In One Religion, Accidia Is The First Of The Cardinal Sins, So Bordom, And Particularly The Incredible Circumstance Of Waking Up Bored, Was The Only Vice Bond Utterly Condemned.