If I Wait For The Genius To

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

He Was A Secret Agent, And Still Alive Thanks To His Exact Attention To The Detail Of His Profession.

Everyone Has The Revolver Of Resignation In His Pocket.

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.

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.