Theres no mystery where the Bond books get their air of dyspepsia, ennui and fatigue. ... Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-rate motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in alcohol and nicotine, James Bond tells himself about halfway through From Russia with Love , the fifth and perhaps the best of Ian Flemings thrillers.
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