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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.

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.

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

Bond Always Mistrusted Short Men. They Grew Up From Childhood With An Inferiority Complex. All Their Lives They Would Strive To Be Big - Bigger Than The Others Who Had Teased Them As A Child. Napoleon Had Been Short, And Hitler. It Was The Short Men That Caused All The Trouble In The World.

I Always Make It A Rule Never To Look Back. Otherwise, I'd Ask Myself How I Could Write Such Piffle And Live With Myself, Day After Day.