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Everything I Write Has A Precedent In Truth.

The Scent And Smoke And Sweat Of A Casino Are Nauseating At Three In The Morning.

Today We Are Fighting Communism. Okay. If I'd Been Alive Fifty Years Ago, The Brand Of Conservatism We Have Today Would Have Been Damn Near Called Communism And We Should Have Been Told To Go And Fight That. History Is Moving Pretty Quickly These Days And The Heroes And Villains Keep On Changing Parts.

I Have Always Smoked And Drunk And Loved Too Much. In Fact I Have Lived Not Too Long But Too Much. One Day The Iron Crab Will Get Me. Then I Shall Have Died Of Living Too Much.

A Dry Martini,' He Said. 'one. In A Deep Champagne Goblet.' ... Just A Moment. Three Measures Of Gordon's, One Of Vodka, Half A Measure Of Kina Lillet. Shake It Very Well Until It's Ice-cold, Then Add A Large Thin Slice Of Lemon-peel. Got It?