'the blubbery arms of the soft life had Bond round the neck and they were slowly strangling him. he was a man of war and when, for a long period, there was no war, his spirit went into a decline.'
also:
'he had thought to break Bond's nerve by playing him for ten thousand dollars. but goldfinger could not have known that high tension was bond's natural way of life and that pressure and danger relaxed him.'
Five years ago only war, literally, could keep me un-depressed. But war is superficial to keep me. Now it's something much much more close to the bone. Nature, colors, smells, sounds, and the most powerful of all, an elevated human. And the process of creating that occurs after the interaction w all of the above.
Love from Brooklyn
M
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