Mine’s Bond – James Bond.

Everything I Write Has A Precedent In Truth.

Le Chiffre Was Serving A Wonderful Purpose, A Really Vital Purpose, Perhaps The Best And Highest Purpose Of All. By His Evil Existence, Which Foolishly I Have Helped To Destroy, He Was Creating A Norm Of Badness By Which, And By Which Alone, An Opposite Norm Of Goodness Could Exist. We Were Privileged, In Our Short Knowledge Of Him, To See And Estimate His Wickedness And We Emerge From The Acquaintanceship Better And More Virtuous Men.

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.

Writing About 2,000 Words In Three Hours Every Morning, 'casino Royale' Dutifully Produced Itself. I Wrote Nothing And Made No Corrections Until The Book Was Finished. If I Had Looked Back At What I Had Written The Day Before I Might Have Despaired.

The Conventional Parabola--sentiment, The Touch Of The Hand, The Kiss, The Passionate Kiss, The Feel Of The Body, The Climax In The Bed, Then More Bed, Then Less Bed, Then The Boredom, The Tears And The Final Bitterness--was To Him Shameful And Hypocritical.