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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.

Above All, He Liked It That Everything Was One's Own Fault. There Was Only Oneself To Praise Or Blame. Luck Was A Servant And Not A Master. Luck Had To Be Accepted With A Shrug Or Taken Advantage Of Up To The Hilt. But It Had To Be Understood And Recognized For What It Was And Not Confused With A Faulty Appreciation Of The Odds, For, At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To Mistake Bad Play For Bad Luck. And Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared

Shaken And Not Stirred.

Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared Bond Saw Luck As A Woman, To Be Softly Wooed Or Brutally Ravaged, Never Pandered To Or Pursued. But He Was Honest Enough To Admit That He Had Never Yet Been Made To Suffer By Cards Or By Women. One Day, And He Accepted The Fact He Would Be Brought To His Knees By Love Or By Luck.

A Gentleman's Choice Of Timepiece Says As Much About Him As Does His Saville Row Suit.