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James Bond Daily: What Those Dirty Commies Really Want
The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent. —
A conversation between 007 and his "elderly Scotswoman" cleaning lady, from pp.96-97 of From Russia with Love: 'Yon man was here again last night about the Televeesion.' 'What man was that?' Bond looked among the headlines. 'Yon man that's always coming. Six times he's been here pestering me since June. After what I said to him the first time about the sinful thing, you'd think he'd give up trying to sell us one. By hire purchase, too, if you please!' 'Persistent chaps these salesmen.' Bond put down his paper and reached for the coffee pot. 'I gave him a right piece of my mind last night. Disturbing folk at their supper. Asked him if he'd got ...
James Bond Daily: The Cold Opening
The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent. —
The first page of 1958's From Russia with Love: The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead. He might have been drowned and fished out of the pool and laid out on the grass to dry while the police or the next-of-kin were summoned. Even the little pile of objects in the grass beside his head might have been his personal effects, meticulously assembled in full view so that no one should think that something had been stolen by his rescuers. To judge by the glittering pile, this had been, or was, a rich man. It contained the typical membership badges of the rich man's club -- a money clip, made of a Mexican fifty-dollar piece ...
James Bond Daily: The Cold Opening
The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent. —
The first page of 1958's From Russia with Love: The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead. He might have been drowned and fished out of the pool and laid out on the grass to dry while the police or the next-of-kin were summoned. Even the little pile of objects in the grass beside his head might have been his personal effects, meticulously assembled in full view so that no one should think that something had been stolen by his rescuers. To judge by the glittering pile, this had been, or was, a rich man. It contained the typical membership badges of the rich man's club -- a money clip, made of a Mexican fifty-dollar piece ...
James Bond Daily: What '50s Men Knew About Women
The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent. —
Bond asks advice from Kerim Bey, head of the Turkey section of the British Secret Service, on p.130 of From Russia with Love: 'There only one thing I want to know,' said Bond flatly. 'What do you think of this girl? Do you believe her story or not? Her story about me? Nothing else matters. If she hasn't got some sort of a hysterical crush on me, the whole business falls to the ground and it's some complicated MGB plot we can't understand. Now. Did you believe the girl?' Bond's voice was urgent and his eyes searched the other man's face. 'Ah, my friend,' Kerim shook his head. He spread his arms wide. 'Tat is what I asked myself then, and it is what I ask myself the whole time ...
James Bond Daily: 007 Wonders If a Woman Really Is In Love With Him
The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent. —
From pp.151-152 of From Russia with Love, in which he thinks about a woman he just spied on, and tries to decide if it's plausible that she fell in love while spying on him: Bond finished his drink and lit another cigarette. He put the problem away and turned his mind to the girl. Tatiana Romanova. A Romanov. Well, she certainly looked like a Russian princess, or the traditional idea of one. The tall, fine-boned body that moved so gracefully and stood so well. The thick sweep of hair down to the shoulders and the quiet authority of the profile. The wonderful Garboesque face with its curiously shy serenity. The contrast between the level innocence of the big, deep blue eyes and ...
