Like All Harsh, Cold 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.

The World Is Not Enough

Smoking I Find The Most Ridiculous Of All The Varieties Of Human Behavior And Practically The Only One That Is Entirely Against Nature. Can You Imagine A Cow Or Any Animal Taking A Mouthful Of Smoldering Straw Then Breathing In The Smoke And Blowing It Out Through Its Nostrils?

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.

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.