I Am A Poet In Deeds--not Often

A Medium Vodka Dry Martini - With A Slice Of Lemon Peel. Shaken And Not Stirred.

And People With Obsessions, Reflected Bond, Were Blind To Danger.

It Was The Same With The Whole Russian Machine. Fear Was The Impulse. For Them It Was Always Safer To Advance Than Retreat. Advance Against The Enemy And The Bullet Might Miss You. Retreat, Evade, Betray And The Bullet Would Never Miss.

Bond Reflected That Good Americans Were Fine People And That Most Of Them Seemed To Come From Texas.

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.