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Chapter 5: Cedarquote:Later Bond felt that he must have looked like a ninny, standing there in M’s office, jaw dropped, staring at the girl. She was something to stare at, even dressed in the casual denim skirt and shirt. Her face, like her brown eyes, showed a tranquillity which, Bond sensed, belied a fast-working mind — accurate and deadly as the body. The girl was an expert. Indeed she should be, when one considered her father. The deadliest denim skirt in the west. quote:‘Well,’ was all Bond could muster. Also, how old is everyone here? Bond and Leiter were ambiguously in their late 30s to early 40s when Fleming left off and we're supposed to be picking up at those ages, but Leiter has an adult daughter who's already an agent? quote:Cedar’s eyes clouded slightly, as though she had suffered a quick physical pain. When she spoke, the voice was low, husky and without a hint of what the British think of as an American accent. Mid-Atlantic, they would call it. So what accent does she have? quote:‘Daddy’s fine. They’ve fixed him up with the latest thing in artificial limbs.’ Her momentary sadness disappeared, and the smile returned. ‘He’s got an incredible new hand, says it can do anything. Spends a lot of time shooting and practising quick-draw techniques. I’m sure he’d want me to say hello.’ quote:In a split second, Bond relived that time in his life he would rather banish into oblivion — the time when Felix had lost an arm and half a leg, as well as suffering other damage which called for years of work by plastic surgeons. James Bond often blamed himself for Felix Leiter’s predicament, though they had both been after a black gangster whose sadistic madness was almost unique. Buonaparte Ignace Gallia: Mr Big. In any case, as Felix would have been the first to admit, he was lucky to be alive at all after the shark attack engineered by Mr Big; while Bond took consolation in the fact that, in the end, he had put the gangster away for good — and in the most unpleasant way possible, letting the punishment fit the crime. A clear predecessor to Craig's Bond randomly showing up at M's home in the middle of the night. quote:Bond asked if he could sit, and received a tense nod from M. ‘I’ve already been through it. Miss Leiter will put you in the picture,’ M continued. Chill. quote:Cedar’s career had begun, when she was eighteen, as a secretary in the State Department. Within a year she was approached by the Central Intelligence Agency. ‘I suppose it was because of my father.’ She did not smile this time. ‘But I was warned that he was never to know.’ She kept her job at State, but went through a comprehensive course during vacations, weekends, and on certain evenings. Bond has been placed on Special Services to the United States government for this operation. It concerns an American man: Markus Bismarquer. quote:M glanced at the papers in his hand and rattled off the details of Bismaquer’s life and background: Born 1919, New York City. Only son of mixed parentage, German and English. Both American citizens. Made his first million before the age of twenty, multi-millionaire within three years. Avoided military service during the Second World War by nature of being classified ‘undesirable’ — ‘He was, apparently, a firm and convinced member of the American Nazi Party. Something he has since tried to keep quiet, but with little success.’ M made a noise which could only be interpreted as a sign of disgust. ‘Sold out all his business interests, at great profit, in the early 1950s and has lived like a Renaissance prince ever since. Rarely seen away from his own principality, as it were . . .’ That's right: we're taking Bond to loving Texas! quote:‘You’ve been there?’ He's suspiciously suspicious. quote:Bond nodded. ‘That’s how Bismaquer’s operated over the years — looking for an “in” — a way to be accepted for political office. Nobody’s ever taken him up.’ She laughed, and Bond was reminded again of Felix. ‘They’ve taken his money, but not him. In the Watergate backlash, it came out that money from Bismaquer went into the famous slush fund. Not peanuts, either. But successive administrations have kept him at bay.’ "He's a Nazi." quote:She gave a little shrug, as though to say it was obvious. ‘There is also evidence that Bismaquer has been searching for a way into any administration, with a view to making a takeover bid.’ Oh my God, the villains are the Bush family! quote:Both Bond and M nodded, taking her point. Bond just brushes off an entire case after hearing half of the details and missing everything important. quote:‘He’s up to something, all right. The F.B.I. were monitoring him, checking on the visitors and the equipment that went to the ranch. They decided to pass some of their findings on to the Internal Revenue Service. They in turn came up with some possible tax dodges. That gave the I.R.S., and the F.B.I., something to work on. Last January, four agents — two from each branch — went in to try and talk with Bismaquer. They disappeared. The F.B.I. sent in two more. They did not come back. So the cops in Amarillo called on him and carried out an investigation. Friend Bismaquer knew nothing, could tell them nothing. No evidence. So the cops came out, and the Agency sent a girl in. They did not hear from her again. That is who you normally fight, yes. quote:‘Very much so.’ Cedar Leiter looked at M. ‘Will you show him, sir?’ Aren't you glad you waited for the end of the loving story, Bond? quote:Bond felt a clawing at his intestines. ‘Where . . . ?’ he began. After a brief interruption from Tanner about the communication with the embassy, M tells Bond that the President of the United States (who would be Ronald Reagan at this point, and yes these books will showcase real political figures eventually) personally wrote a letter to him saying what he wants: this information about SPECTRE is so sensitive that he doesn't want it going through normal channels and potentially leaking, so it's going to be a very small operation. Just Cedar Leiter and James Bond. quote:‘Yes.’ Bond already felt the adrenalin stirring. ‘Yes, of course I’ll go. But I’ve a couple of questions for Miss Leiter. What’s Bismaquer’s marital status?’ I didn't think I would say this, but ice cream is a major part of this James Bond adventure. quote:M cleared his throat. ‘Getting close is going to be the problem, that’s obvious.’
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quote:‘Know anything about rare prints, 007?’ M looked cheerful for the first time since Bond had entered the office. Boo, I wanted them to go in undercover as Ben and Jerry. Or cunning industrial espionage agents selling the secret Haagen-Dasz recipes. Booooo I say!
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# ? Oct 22, 2020 21:46 |
Runcible Cat posted:Boo, I wanted them to go in undercover as Ben and Jerry. Or cunning industrial espionage agents selling the secret Haagen-Dasz recipes. Don't worry, Bond gets a disguise in this book!
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# ? Oct 22, 2020 21:52 |
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Hey 007 please don’t bone your best friend’s daughter.
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# ? Oct 22, 2020 22:07 |
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So, you remember the conceit that the James Bond novels were being published to cover up the real activities of an actual spy? Well... someone may have put another layer on top of that.
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chitoryu12 posted:Don't worry, Bond gets a disguise in this book! Dare we hope it's as amazing as his Japanese disguise? In people-eating python news I ran across this today: https://www.instagram.com/p/CGhc4tYMt99/ Has a pic; that snake was being extremely optimistic about its chances of swallowing a human.
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# ? Oct 25, 2020 11:50 |
Chapter 6: Rare Prints for Salequote:James Bond was always amazed by New York. Other people said it was getting worse, going downhill fast. They talked about how dirty and dangerous it was. Yet, every time Bond was sent there on an assignment, he found New York little changed from when he first knew it. Certainly, there were more buildings, and — like every city — more places you kept away from at night. But there was no denying that, as a city, it gave him more of an emotional charge than his beloved London. Bond is being...kind. 1981, the year of the release of License Renewed and possible year for this book taking place (assuming Bond books are generally set in the year before publication as with Fleming), broke the record for the most crime-ridden year in the city's history with a reported 120,000 reported robberies and over 2100 murders, with 637,451 felonies reported total. The epidemic of what would soon be named AIDS has just begun, with that year ending with 213 diagnosed cases and 74 deaths. Crime would only continue spiking, with the New York City subway becoming the most crime-ridden system in the world to the point where even the MTA Chairman stated in 1982 that he was afraid of riding his own subways and forbid his children from using them at night. The number of murders in the city is about to begin a rapid upward spike until its peak by 1990. The New York City of Gardner's Bond is not the New York City of Fleming's Bond. quote:This time, though, he was not in New York City as James Bond. His passport was in the name of Professor Joseph Penbrunner, whose occupation was listed as art dealer. Cedar Leiter had also changed her name — to Mrs Joseph Penbrunner — and the couple had received attention from the media: M and his Chief-of-Staff had already seen to that. She changed her name to Joseph too? That's not going to hold up to scrutiny at all! quote:The evening of Cedar Leiter’s arrival in London, Bond had taken her from the headquarters building to a safe house in a Kensington mews, one easily observed by the team of nursemaids assigned to them. Bill Tanner had arrived within the hour to give the pair a quick rundown on the cover chosen for them. Cedar, being unknown in the trade, needed no disguise; but Bond would have to undergo some changes in appearance, and Tanner had brought along a few ideas. So.... quote:For the next few days, Bond travelled straight to the Kensington safe house each morning to work with Cedar. William Hogarth was one of the premiere British artists of the early 18th century. In addition to elaborate paintings, he was known for making print series not unlike early comic strips featuring a moralization on a subject. The above is from one of his most famous, A Harlot's Progress, showing the protagonist (a woman who falls into prostitution through her unseemly sexual relationships) dying of syphilis as the doctors fight over treatments and a woman who seems to be the landlady rifles through her possessions of anything of value. quote:‘Two things,’ M went on. ‘Nena Bismaquer née Clavert appears clean. Secondly, you, Professor Penbrunner, are not in good odour with certain people in the art world. Tomorrow the Press could well go mad. They are, in fact, searching for you right now.’ Because of the delicate nature of the operation and risk of tipping off Bismaquer/Blofeld, Bond and Cedar are going in with no backup. Just his gun, some knives, and a few more gadgets packed in his suitcase with the prints. quote:‘Then I’ve got one more favour to ask.’ M, in turn, playfully slaps Bond on the bottom and tells him no. quote:‘What about the Silver Beast?’ Of course, the car is waiting for him when he lands in New York. quote:Professor and Mrs Joseph Penbrunner’s arrival with their Saab had, in fact, been quite something. With his voice changed to a donnish, pompous, and rather plummy timbre, Bond neatly parried the media’s questions at New York’s JFK airport: the media had ‘assumed’ he was selling the newly-discovered Hogarth prints in America. Well, he was saying nothing yet. No, he did not have a particular buyer in mind; this was a personal visit to America. No, he did not have the prints with him, but yes, they were already, he could reveal, in New York. Is it really that wise to make your spy/assassin's cover one that will get a ton of media attention on purpose? quote:Privately, the disguised Bond was pleased with the vocal tones which he had based, from long memory, on those of his old housemaster during those two unfortunate halves at Eton. The man had been a pain — in all senses — to Bond, and now he took delight in mocking him. At the same time, Bond made certain Professor and Mrs Penbrunner would hit the evening news as well as the headlines by his turning crusty and rude. The media were not really interested in art, he said, only the trouble they could stir up. ‘When it all comes down to it,’ he added, pulling Cedar through the throng, ‘you fellows’ll only be concerned with the price. Dollars, dollars and more dollars. All you’re after — the price.’ The Drake Hotel is one of those old, glorious New York City buildings that no longer exists because rich people want condos. It was built in 1926 and went from being a hotel to Golden Age of Hollywood stars to the preferred hotel of rock bands: Led Zeppelin, The Who, Slade, and Sweet all had prominent stays there. The last time Olivia-Newton John saw Karen Carpenter was at the hotel, visiting her on her Physical tour, before Carpenter would die of anorexia-induced heart failure at 32 a few months later. The hotel nightclub, Shepheard's, has been credited as NYC's first discotheque, and its restaurant, The Drake Room, had Cy Walter as a pianist for 6 years. Swissotel of Zurich would buy the Drake shortly after Bond's stay and begin a huge renovation for $52 million, completed in 1991, and the hotel gained national exposure from Phil Donahue using it to house his guests for his talk show. Unfortunately, Harry B. Macklowe bought the building in 2006 and promptly demolished it. It would become the site of 432 Park Avenue, an incredibly ugly 1396-foot skyscraper that towers over its surroundings as the fifth-tallest building in the skyline, a plain rectangular block demonstrating how quickly the dollar can destroy beauty. quote:During the days in the Kensington safe house she had insisted on calling him plain ‘Bond’. When he had politely, and with his usual charm, asked her to address him as James, Cedar flatly refused. ‘I know you and my father were buddies,’ she had said, not looking at him, ‘but we’re into a professional relationship now. I call you Bond — except in public when we’re playing husband and wife. You call me Leiter.’ "Tact is for pussies!" quote:On returning from depositing the prints, Bond found her standing in the middle of the room, arms folded and foot tapping — a most attractive posture, whether she intended it to be or not. No you haven't! You love fine hotel beds! quote:He could sense her petulance behind him, but when he came out, Cedar still stood by the bed, looking almost contrite. ‘I’m sorry, James. I’m really sorry to have thought that of you. My Dad was right. You’re a gentleman, in the real sense of the word.’ Nope! quote:‘Come on, then, Cedar. Let’s go out and have a good time — or at least have dinner. I know a place not far from here.’ Le Périgord opened in 1964 and was bought by Georges Briguet after only 2 years, who would remain the owner until is closure in 2017. The legendary French restaurant was a regular host to celebrities and politicians from Truman Capote to Richard Nixon (and Donald Trump, who is less of a politician and more of a bag of feces being remote controlled by a child). Unfortunately, Briguet took a Trump-like attitude toward his workers and money. In 2015 he pled guilty to felony tax fraud and had to pay $170,000, and an employee sued for unpaid wages in a case that was settled for $90,000. When his restaurant's union attempted to negotiate an increase in worker pension and health care funds (to the tune of $80 per person per day), Briguet unexpectedly de-unionized by shutting the restaurant down without warning to the employees so he could reopen a new one without a union. Briguet has so far failed to reopen, and in fact was ordered to pay $2.6 million into the union retirement fund the next year after it was found that the restaurant hadn't been paying into it for years! quote:She admitted he was right, though, for the meal could not have been bettered — although Bond chose the simplest of dishes: asperges de Sologne à la Blésoise — plump and tender asparagus in a sauce of cream, lemon and orange rind, with a dash of Grand Marnier, mixed into a hollandaise base — poached fillets of sole au champagne; and a mouth-melting tarte de Cambrai, made with pears. Well, at least I don't have to describe the French to you! quote:Sharing a bottle of Dom Pérignon ’69 — which Bond pronounced ‘safe’ — Cedar relaxed and began to enjoy herself, experiencing as she did so a strange sensation. For though Bond did not once slip out of character as Joseph Penbrunner, she thought she could see the man behind the disguise, the man her father had spoken of so often: the blue, unforgettable eyes; the dark, clean-cut face which had always reminded her father of Hoagy Carmichael in his younger days; the hard, almost cruel mouth which could soften so unexpectedly. A magnetic attraction, that was the only phrase for what she felt, and she couldn’t but wonder how many others had felt it before her. quote:The meal over, they walked back to the Drake, collected the room key and took the elevator up to the third floor.
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# ? Oct 26, 2020 03:24 |
Chapter 7: Invitation by Forcequote:The work Cedar and Bond had done together, at the Kensington safe house, included devising a series of signals and moves to be used in a situation such as this. Bond nodded towards the heavy who had spoken, scratched his right temple and coughed. To Cedar this meant, ‘go along with them, but watch for my lead.’ Imagine if we had met this man earlier and had his introduction properly on the page! quote:‘So, Professor,’ said the big man, who had taken a position in the centre of the room and was idly tossing the VP70 from hand to hand like a gorilla playing with a stone. ‘You’re carrying a piece, honh? D’ya know how to use it?’ "Especially since this is a rare and unusual military handgun that's illegal to own in the UK!" quote:Bond, still in character, let out a pompous splutter, meant to convey outrage. ‘Of course I know how to use it,’ he blustered. ‘Let me tell you that in the War . . .’ Our Fleming gangsters are finally introduced by Gardner.....to give an invitation? quote:‘Steal from you? We’re not here to steal from you,’ the heavy man called Bellini went on with feigned politeness, his face displaying affronted innocence. ‘You got some pictures, right?’ Gardner is leaning really hard into the Diamonds Are Forever style of gangster, but I don't think it works in the 1980s. The RICO Act had been passed, giving law enforcement much more power to go after organized crime. Despite the Godfather films popularizing the image of the classy gangster loyal to their family, the Mafia of the 70s and 80s was one of drug dealing and betrayal. Henry Hill, famously portrayed by Ray Liotta in Goodfellas, turned FBI informant in 1980 and put many of his former associates in prison by the time of this book's release. As Gardner attempts to repeat Fleming's 50s wiseguys with snarling Brooklyn accents and pinstripe suits, the Mafia is actually gasping its dying breaths. quote:‘I own some Hogarth prints,’ Bond said firmly. ‘Owning them and having them aren’t quite the same thing.’ Is this how Bismaquer normally does his business? Sends a bunch of thugs into your hotel room to do the exchange at gunpoint? quote:Bond shook his head. ‘Can’t be done,’ he said with a smile. ‘I have one key. They have the other. As in a bank. The prints are in a safety deposit box,’ he lied. ‘No one but the duty officer and myself can get at them. Not even my wife . . .’ Wait, then why did Bellini say he knows they're in the hotel safe? If you go back to the last chapter, there's just a mention of Bond walking off to put the prints away before the talk with Cedar about where to sleep. Were they spying on Bond doing that? Did he take them down with him without being noticed and put them in the Saab on the way to dinner? quote:‘Like Mr Mazzard says,’ Joe Bellini went straight on, all politeness now gone, ‘we don’t want to hurt nobody. But if you don’t co-operate, then Louis and the Kid here’ — indicating the man holding Bond — ‘can get very unpleasant with your little lady. This is a really bad way to do your dealings if you want to avoid scrutiny from the law! quote:‘Look here, Mazzard,’ Bond spluttered. ‘This is an outrage! I already told you earlier, we are not making any engagements before tomorrow. If you really represent the man — Bismaquer, did you say his name was . . .?’ Why the gently caress did you even do that? What point does all this serve? quote:‘Cut it out,’ commanded Mazzard. ‘There’s no call for that sort of thing. I am sorry, Professor, but you see, Mr Bismaquer isn’t used to having no for an answer. Now, I’ll collect your things together while you and Joe get the prints. We can be at Kennedy and away sharp if we get moving now.’ There's no way Bismaquer could get away with this kind of treatment as a regular thing if he wasn't finding a way to kill everyone he's buying from in "accidents" afterward. quote:Bond nodded. ‘All right,’ he said quietly, disconcerted because, for a second or so, he too found it impossible to take his eyes from Cedar’s partially revealed breasts. ‘But my wife will need to change. We can collect the prints on the way out . . .’ Not the time, Bond! quote:‘We’ll get the prints now,’ Mazzard said flatly, brooking no further argument. ‘Stop waving the Professor’s gun about, Joe. Put it away in the closet, you’ve got your own.’ You may recognize that trick with the knives from the film version of From Russia With Love. The book required Bond to pull the knives out himself, but the film upgraded this with a button to pop the knife partially out of the case for quick access. quote:As he took the briefcase on to his lap, Bond assessed the situation. They were certainly in a tight spot, for it now dawned on Bond that not only was there no option to complying over the night safety deposit box, but neither could he allow these hoods to discover the secrets of the Saab. For a fleeting moment, he considered the possibility of getting rid of Joe before they reached the car. Dealing with one in the open would be much easier than trying to tackle four in the confined room. But what then would happen to Cedar? If he raised an alarm, who could tell what they would do to her? He couldn’t risk it. The alternative — turning the tables here and now on the four — seemed against all the odds. Could he rely on swift action from Cedar? A glance in her direction, a fractional meeting of the eyes, told him she was ready. Obviously, it would be in Bond's best interests for his cover to go along with him. The only reason he's having to blow it on the very first night is because he decided to put the prints in a place he can't let the bad guys see. In short, even if he's not drinking as much, Bond is still the worst spy. quote:He shifted the case slightly, then turned the right-hand tumblers to treble two. There was no sound as Bond moved the case again, sliding his hand to the underside ready to receive the first knife after the initial five-second delay. He felt the handle slip down into his right hand, and, with the knowledge that he only had five seconds before the next knife would be ready, made his move. As someone who has done knife and axe throwing recreationally, your physical positioning from the target is also a major part of it because a foot of difference can be all it takes to hit with the handle rather than the blade. This is why knife throwing has never been seriously regarded as a combat technique: there are many minute changes that need to be made to the knife's position in the hand depending on distance, and good luck getting it right on a moving target. quote:Bond wanted nobody injured unless it proved unavoidable. To do this, both his throws had to be exceptionally accurate and at least one beat off so that the heavy pommel, above the grip, would reach the point aimed at before the razored edge. Guess that one counts as "unavoidable." quote:The Kid moved indecisively behind Bond, who dropped the case and, putting full weight on the balls of his feet, sprang from the chair and leaped for the VP70 lying waiting on the bedside table. Gardner makes a slight mistake here. The VP70M, the military version which Bond has (due to being able to accept the shoulder stock), has no safety due to the terrible trigger. The VP70Z, the civilian version, does have a safety. The mistake is forgivable as both use the same frame with minor modifications, so the M has a plug that resembles a safety in that spot. quote:The Kid’s right hand was half way inside his jacket when Bond shouted, ‘Hold it. Stop!’ The Kid showed an intelligent sense of survival. He stopped, hand wavering for a second, then — eyes meeting Bond’s — obeyed. "Your tits can wait, dammit!" quote:Together they stripped the four hoods of their weapons, Cedar apparently unaware that her breasts were on full display. Bond fished into the special compartment of his briefcase and brought out a small sealed plastic box which he forced open. He drew out the chloroform pad and administered it to the four men who lay spreadeagled about the floor. How kind of them? quote:At last she realised that she was half naked and, with no embarrassment, stripped to her tight white briefs and plunged her legs into a pair of jeans, pulling on a shirt as Bond threw their things roughly into their bags. Suddenly he remembered the gold-edged card that he had thrust into his pocket at that first meeting with Mike Mazzard in the hotel lobby. He pulled it out and examined it. So much could have been avoided if Bond just read the drat business card when he got it. quote:‘To Amarillo, then. By car, I think,’ he said curtly. ‘They won’t expect that. Have you got all your things?’ .....that's your plan? Christ almighty, someone save us from this dumbass. quote:‘What about them? Will you call the police?’
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 01:00 |
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The bit with the throwing knives inevitably reminds me of Modesty Blaise, whose sidekick, Willie Garvin, is an incredibly skilled knife thrower; hitting someone with the pommel of a throwing knife to knock them out is straight out of Willie's playbook.
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Selachian posted:The bit with the throwing knives inevitably reminds me of Modesty Blaise, whose sidekick, Willie Garvin, is an incredibly skilled knife thrower; hitting someone with the pommel of a throwing knife to knock them out is straight out of Willie's playbook. Let's see if we can get chito to let's-read Modesty next; I'd love his take on the weaponry and combat! And jesus loving christ Bond those guys were there to take you EXACTLY WHERE YOU WANTED TO loving GO WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU oh my god. I take it from all the honhs from that one guy that we have a lot of lovely "Cajun" accents to ahem look forward to?
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 14:53 |
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Stop creeping on your best friend’s daughter, 007.
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 19:23 |
In his defense, those guys also killed any good will they could have had for bringing Bond along by whipping out their guns and randomly tearing Cedar’s dress off for no reason. For all he knew, that plane would have its own torture dungeon.
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 19:24 |
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This whole bit feels pretty nonsensical. It reads like he wrote this with a "How to Make Fun Book" chart that required nudity and violence every twenty pages, and he suddenly realized he was almost out of space. That, and the whole weird introduction of the guy who'd met Bond in the lobby, makes this feel very much like a one draft and done kind of affair.
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 19:34 |
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Me, a very good spy: I'm here on a crucial mission posing as an unscrupulous art dealer to attract attention from an evil rich guy who loves art and will invite me to his weird country estate. Gotta keep my eyes peeled. Also me: Some bloke is trying to give me a business card and talking about how his boss wants to meet me? Ugh, talk to the hand, it's lunch time.
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 19:44 |
It’s impressive that drinking less has made Bond dumber.
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# ? Oct 29, 2020 21:02 |
https://twitter.com/bbcbreaking/status/1322515886884966401?s=21
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# ? Oct 31, 2020 14:57 |
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https://twitter.com/TrueAnonPod/status/1322567955545157633?s=07 After his behaviour towards Cedar, does this really come as a surprise?
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# ? Oct 31, 2020 17:42 |
Chapter 8: Intimations of Mortalityquote:They did not stop to look back across the river at that magnificent skyline twinkling with lights from the sharp outlines of skyscrapers, the vast twin towers of the World Trade Center dwarfing everything else. They needed to put distance between themselves and Bismaquer’s hoods. Bond also had to have time to think. If, as they suspected, Bismaquer was part of SPECTRE, and, possibly, the new Blofeld himself, their adversary could already be one step ahead of them. Ah, the beautiful World Trade Center towers. May they last a hundred years. quote:Bond had learned never to underestimate SPECTRE. Now, his duty was to out-think the enemy and his first inclination was to head for Texas and face Bismaquer — playing it dangerously, by ear. On reflection, as he slid the Saab neatly through the traffic, Bond decided it would be best to hide somewhere for a couple of days. Yes, that would be a good loving idea, wouldn't it, Mr. Bond? quote:‘If we watch each other’s backs,’ he told Cedar, ‘and keep very low profiles, we’ll soon find out if Bismaquer’s really out for blood. Anyone with SPECTRE connections would have an army of underworld informers searching for us by now.’ That's not exactly a motel! While there's no way to identify exactly where our erstwhile couple of idiots are, they're around the Anacostia neighborhood of Washington DC across the river, off I-295. The area is much more built up now as a residential neighborhood, with no currently operating lodging except a Budget Inn a few neighborhoods away that's quite far from 30 stories. quote:Two days, Bond calculated. Two days lying low and keeping their eyes open. Then they could head west, and, to use his own words, drive like hell. ‘With luck we should get to Amarillo within forty-eight hours. One night’s stop somewhere, to conserve energy, and, by that time, we should know if Bismaquer’s put a tail on us. If not . . .’ Perhaps you should have chosen an alternate strategy then. quote:On Bond’s balcony, as the dawn came up over distant Washington, they made plans. The old self that, I hasten to point out, was immediately identified by Blofeld in You Only Live Twice upon seeing Bond's face even under makeup to disguise him as Japanese. Because Bond is so recognizable that a full disguise was considered necessary for him on this job. quote:Cedar would be easily recognised by Bismaquer’s lieutenants, so she worked for an hour or so on her own appearance — restyling her hair, darkening her eyebrows, adopting severe pebble-lens spectacles. These simple devices changed her looks completely. "Hey, that Penbrunner guy hasn't come out yet but that's James Bond! Get him!" quote:The routine began straight away. They tossed for the first watch, and Cedar lost, heading down to the lobby to keep her six-hour vigil. Bond's new revolver is a Smith & Wesson Model 28 Highway Patrolman, which is simply the original Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum (later renamed the Model 27) with an unpolished finish to reduce costs and make it more viable as a police duty gun. It was one of the top .357 revolvers of the time and popular with both police and civilians in the United States. quote:Originally Q Branch had planned to include an electronic device for detonation purposes, but at the last moment it was decided that thirty-five feet of nylon half-inch rope, together with a couple of miniaturised grappling hooks, would be more likely needs. Even though the rope was slim and easily concealed, it took up space, leaving no room for any more sophisticated climbing gear. If put to it, Bond would be using the bare minimum. Everything in the hidden compartment was protected by moulded foam rubber. I'm sure that will be very useful in a Texan ranch and a swamp mansion! quote:After checking the VP70 and spare magazines, 007 stretched out on the bed, quickly dropping into a deep, refreshing sleep from which he was awakened, five hours later, by the alarm call he had ordered: ‘This is your three o’clock alarm call, the temperature is 67 degrees and it is a pleasant afternoon. Have a nice day . . .’ Bond replied, ‘Thank you,’ and the voice chattered on, ‘This is your three-o-one alarm call, the temperature is 67 degrees and it is a pleasant afternoon. Have a nice day . . .’ What? That's a terrible outfit! quote:They did not speak; merely a glance and nod effected the change-over. Bond soon discovered that you could view the lobby from a seat at the coffee shop counter, as well as from the bar. I think Bond needs another two or three drinks to get back in his groove. quote:So the time passed, without a hint of any tail. Between shifts, both Bond and Cedar monitored the television newscasts. There was no story about men being found bound and gagged, at the Drake Hotel in New York; or of Professor and Mrs Penbrunner and their prints going missing. Or they had to take the dude who got most of his ear cut off to the hospital. quote:Neither Cedar nor Bond were to know that a sharp-eyed bellboy had noted their punctual comings and goings in the hotel lobby. The bellboy waited for twenty-four hours and, instead of reporting the fact to the management, made a telephone call to New York. Oh, never mind! The new SPECTRE is literally everywhere down to random hotels! quote:‘We’ve either thrown them,’ Bond said at the motel, on the second evening, ‘or they’ll all be waiting for us somewhere along the route to Amarillo.’ A reviewer of these books noted that Gardner has characters eating coffee and sandwiches almost constantly throughout them. Try to see how many times it happens! quote:‘Something worrying you?’ Bond asked, noticing the look of concern on the girl’s face, reflected in the mirror. And a partner with more than two brain cells to rub together. quote:He took another sip of the Perrier. ‘This one is trouble, for two reasons. First, we have no proper back-up team, nobody we can turn to at the last minute.’ "This will, of course, instantly destroy your career, but...." quote:Cedar’s large brown eyes melted into a look which Bond recognised as both appealing and dangerous. Oh, thank God. quote:Still, in a different place and time, James Bond knew he would have taken Cedar Leiter to the bed across the room and slowly, languorously, made love to her. Aaaaand you ruined it. quote:‘Come on, let’s get going,’ he said, hearing the huskiness of his own voice. ‘When we get downstairs, I want you to pay the bill, while I bring the car around to the front.’ She needs better aim. quote:While Bond and Cedar were thus engaged, a black limousine pulled up at the main entrance, twenty floors below. Bond, himself, could have described the occupants precisely. A dark, tanned and agile man, with a slightly hooked nose, was at the wheel. Next to him, sat a large, tall and barrel-chested figure, dressed in a dark suit and a somewhat old-fashioned, broad-brimmed fedora. In the rear lounged a man with rodent-like features, the thinness of his face out of balance with the broad shoulders and large hands. A fourth man whom Bond might have expected, with a military moustache, in ostentatiously expensive clothes, was not in the car. This was strictly Joe’s business, and Mazzard could go to hell if he didn’t like it. No creep could make a mug of Joe Bellini and get away with it. Are you going to be able to accomplish it without ripping the concierge's clothes off and shooting a guest? quote:Joe and Louis got out of the car, walked into the lobby and, eyes taking in anything that moved, went up to the reception clerks, to whom they flashed leather-walleted police badges. The badges were followed by a few terse questions and the handing over of photographs for identification. A normal cop thing to do. quote:He went on to say that he had another man in the car outside and would deeply appreciate it if his boys could have the run of the place — just to check it out. Remember the old days when henchmen had to actually talk to each other in person during an operation, or leave notes? quote:Having been given precise directions by staff anxious to co-operate with the police, Joe and Louis descended the four sections of concrete steps into the basement complex from which all the utilities — electricity, heating, air conditioning and the elevators — were monitored. So you've also blown your cover immediately. We're really dealing with two parties of dangerous professionals here. quote:Bellini worked quickly, checking off the various banks of instruments and switches controlling the smooth running of the hotel’s utilities, rather like the engine room of an ocean-going liner. It took him two minutes to find the section which controlled the elevators. Producing a small oblong box from his pocket, he located the sections he needed to work on, then opened the box, revealing a set of electrician’s screwdrivers. With every elevator rigged for Joe "Holyfield" Bellini to drop at any time, the Kid radios that he's spotted Bond and Cedar (who obviously look close enough to their old appearances to be immediately recognized) heading for the elevators. quote:As he did so, the Kid’s voice echoed around the maintenance room, far below. ‘Car three! They got into car three!’
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While it wouldn’t be built for 25 years after this book was written, the MGM National Harbor hotel and casino is in the right spot for this.
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Chapter 9: When the Fun Really Starts Oh, thank God. quote:Cedar opened her mouth in a scream, but there was no noise, only her face contorting in terror. Bond, seeing her dimly in the gloom, did not know if the sound was blotted out by the terrible crash and banging as the elevator plummeted, swaying and smashing against the sides of the shaft. The two worst spies in the world were splattered into gruesome paste at the bottom of an elevator shaft. quote:Down in the maintenance complex, Bellini and Louis had already taken to their heels. Their getaway would be simple in the panic which would follow — at any moment — when the elevator car disintegrated against the huge buffer at the bottom of its shaft. But Joe Bellini had no way of knowing that the motel elevators were built with one, old-fashioned, extra safety device which did not depend upon complicated electronics. Oh, never mind. quote:Inside the car, there was a series of reverberating, jarring bumps. The whole platform tilted to the right, and each jolt seemed to slow the downward rush. Then, to the sound of tearing wood and metal, the car tipped to the right. Bond and Cedar, both trying to keep a grip on the hand rail, were conscious of part of the roof being torn away, of the ripping as they slowed; then of the final, bone-shuddering stop which broke the forward section of the floor loose. This safety feature seems terribly designed! quote:‘Hang on. Try to get some kind of a hold.’ If your safety device doesn't tear the entire floor out of the elevator, did it even work? quote:Though she was not heavily built, Cedar Leiter felt like a ton weight. Inch by inch, he hauled her back. Together they balanced precariously, almost on tiptoe, clinging to the hand rail. Also a good sign for your safety device: it stops the car in a way that's completely impossible for anyone to rescue the passengers inside (who are barely hanging on as the floor has already been ripped away from them). quote:Bond looked down. He saw that his briefcase was, miraculously, still with them, trapped behind his feet. Moving gently, pausing after each shift in position, he reached down for the case. I swear Gardner designed the briefcase first and came up with this when he couldn't find a way to use the climbing gear elsewhere. quote:The hooks would take immense weight. In the closed position, each of them was about seven inches long, roughly three inches from the point of the hook to the base, and a couple of inches in thickness. It was necessary to go through a three-part unlocking sequence to unspring one of them, which then shot out to form a circle of some eight claws, all running from a steel securing base. A grin and a wink? When did Roger Moore take over? quote:Slowly he allowed himself to slide forward, feeling the car move; shuddering, as his weight shifted. It was now or never. Then, as he neared the final gap, the whole car began to vibrate. There followed a rasping noise, as though the metal holding it in place would give way at any moment. Suddenly, he was clear and falling, trying to control the drop, keeping his body straight and as near to the side of the shaft as he dared. Metallic vibrations from the car seemed to surround him and the fall seemed to go on for ever, until the sudden jerk on the rope cut into his back, arms, and legs. Did....did SPECTRE design this emergency brake? quote:Kicking out from the wall, he allowed his hands to slide on the rope, bringing his feet within touching distance of the nearest girder. As the bottoms of his rope-soled shoes slammed into the metal, Bond hauled on the rope, grabbing for support from the big oily guide rail. Bond hurls the balled-up rope up into the car, where Cedar is able to tie and slide down his briefcase. Then he directs her to slide on down. quote:She came quickly. Too quickly. Bond saw her legs emerge and the rope drop past him. Then he felt the blow as the side of her shoulder hit him. How are you guys still alive? quote:‘We’re going to have to go down one above the other,’ he called, short of breath. ‘Just straight rope climbing stuff to the ledge on the next floor. The rope’ll just about make it.’ Yes, I do. quote:Bond followed Cedar’s lead, trying to imitate her rhythm on the rope in order to reduce the swing. He had been bruised and battered enough from bumping against the girders. Finally he saw that below him Cedar had made it, and was standing on the narrow ledge, both hands still tight on the rope, her feet spread out and body leaning forward. Yeah, very Moore. quote:As they went, he whispered instructions to Cedar: ‘Pay the bill and get what information you can. Then slip away and meet me at the Saab. We don’t want too many questions, and certainly no cameras.’ "Relatively", of course, includes you not being watched by firefighters as the only two people in an elevator to suddenly rappel down to the next set of doors with a miniature grappling hook in your briefcase. quote:In the underground parking lot, Bond did not go straight to the Saab, but waited, out of sight, behind another car directly opposite. It was over half an hour before Cedar appeared, running from the service elevator. I feel like you could have skipped paying the bill on this one. quote:In a matter of seconds they were in the Saab, and, a few minutes later, out and away, roaring down the Anacostia Freeway. You're still going? quote:As he said it, the delayed shock took hold. Bond felt his heart pumping and hands shaking on the wheel. He slowed slightly and, after a minute or two, the reaction passed. Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Cedar.
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quote:Bond always worked on the principle that, in a crowd that was confused and uncertain, all you had to do was to be positive: a determined move, in a definite direction, assuming the look of a man who knew precisely where he was going and why. It worked nine times out of ten. The tenth time, of course, someone's watching, they see the one fish swimming against the tide, and it's patently obvious what you're up to. Something tells me Bond's been in more than nine confused and uncertain crowds in his time...
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Chapter 10: The Road to Amarilloquote:They drove steadily through the night, skirting Pittsburgh around dawn, then heading west again. The Saab, set on its cruise control, gobbled up the ribbon of road, and during that first long day they stopped only for snacks and gasoline. The car, tuned to perfection before being flown to America, took to the broad four-lane highways like an unleashed jet. This route has them heading northwest from DC, taking I-70 to St. Louis, then I-44 to Oklahoma City, then I-40 (going parallel to the old Route 66) to Amarillo. quote:Already, before the incident with the elevator, he had explained their tactics to Cedar. ‘Even if Bismaquer doesn’t know my true identity, I have to go in as myself.’ Bond blew his cover so bad on the first night he had it that he's decided his best option is to walk right into SPECTRE's headquarters in full view and see what happens. quote:She was still concerned about this when they reached the motel. ‘You’re setting yourself up as a target. Doesn’t that worry you?’ Actually, in the past it was Mr. Big who was this good. He had a whole line of operatives from New York to Florida keeping an eye on Bond and Solitaire flawlessly. SPECTRE in its greatest form only appeared in Thunderball, where they didn't even peg Bond as a potential spy until he went up to Largo at the casino and started saying "specter" over and over in conversation to see if he'd react. The organization didn't even really exist by the time Blofeld was killed in Japan. This is the SPECTRE of the Connery movies, where world-shattering plots are a regular event rather than a single daring upgrade from theft and holding millionaires' kids for ransom. The loss of dozens or hundreds of men means nothing, as within a year they've got yet another huge base and tons of secret operatives who may have spent years working undercover. An organization so absurdly powerful that even a random bellhop in an unassuming hotel is likely to be on their payroll. quote:She nodded agreement. ‘I suppose you’re right. But it still sounds crazy — the idea of just turning up at Bismaquer’s Rancho Notorious . . .’ Apple Jonathan is like an apple pie in casserole form, possibly named after Johnny Appleseed or from the use of Jonathan apples in it. You layer apple slices at the bottom of a pie pan or baking dish, drizzle them with maple syrup, cover them with a sweet batter, bake, and serve warm with cream on the side. quote:Back at the motel, they unwrapped their parcels, filled the newly-purchased suitcases, and arranged a series of signals to be used in the event of trouble during the night. At least he's out of that horrid Disco Elysium outfit from before. quote:Almost as his head touched the pillow, he was asleep. He had long ago learned the art of resting, allowing the problems and anxieties to be swept from his mind, yet never dropping into really deep oblivion while he was on an assignment. Sleep he certainly had; but his subconscious remained active, ready to prod him into instant awareness. The note about the Saab having air conditioning seems odd, as it was common in the US by this time (especially in hot areas like the South), but Europe was much slower to catch on. Just like how many buildings in Britain are so poorly equipped for warm weather that a relatively mild heat wave kills old people, the cool climate of Central Europe meant that air conditioning was still a luxury item on European cars into the 2000s. quote:Once more they stopped as little as possible, and, around nine in the evening, negotiated Amarillo, circling the city so as to enter from the west, on the assumption that any watchers would be looking out for the Saab along the eastern access roads. Amarillo is near the very northern tip of Texas, almost equidistant from Oklahoma and New Mexico. Bond and Cedar's position on the western edge of the city puts them near Cadillac Ranch, an art installation by the group Ant Farm in 1974 consisting of ten Cadillac sedans (ranging from 1949 to 1963 model years) buried nose-down in the ground along the highway. The cars were intentionally placed within easy access of the public to encourage graffiti, resulting in them becoming colorful displays of constantly changing artwork. The cars have become a political battleground this year, being painted in honor of George Floyd in June 2020 before receiving "gently caress TRUMP" graffiti and a picture by Rihanna in August, which was quickly replaced with pro-Trump graffiti because the locals are fascists. quote:The manager drawled them into an adjoining set of rooms, said there was a saloon and diner across the street — if they did not want to use the motel’s coffee shop — then left them to their own devices. Not hard, seeing as most early 80s chili in the United States probably sucked. quote:‘Just remember all they taught you,’ he said, ‘and all we’ve worked out together. It’ll only need one of us to get out if we strike gold. One alert — to your contacts, or mine, or both. We’re equal partners in this, Cedar. Our job is to pin them down; get proof, and, if they’ve got some nasty work on hand, stop them. Now, remember, six o’clock in the morning.’ I don't remember Felix being this bad at his job. quote:Bond stretched out on his bed fully clothed, with the automatic near at hand. He dozed, slept, and woke with an alert start, as the alarm call came through at five-thirty. At this point I think he just plays his own theme song over the phone. quote:007 was not certain, but he thought he detected a slight intake of breath at the other end. Certainly the reply came back fast as a bullet. ‘I’ll wake him right away, Mr Bond. If you’re acting for Professor Penbrunner, I’m sure he’ll want to know.’ "If that IS your real name!" quote:Bismaquer chuckled. ‘If the prints are all they’re cracked up to be, that’s the only thing I want. Where are you?’ "We take our car chases very seriously in Texas." quote:‘We’ll be there at ten o’clock sharp.’ Bond hung up and turned to Cedar. ‘Well Mrs Penbrunner, he sounds very relaxed. We take the mono-rail at ten. So he’s putting the ball neatly back in his own court. Sounds a very smooth gentleman.’ He added that they were to be met by Bismaquer’s partner, one Walter Luxor. ‘Know anything about him?’ I think spy and crime fiction has given everyone a reason to be mistrustful of Black BMW 5-series sedans. quote:‘Guard of honour?’ Bond asked aloud. Silently he thought, guard of honour, or a hit team? Quietly he leaned across Cedar to press one of the square black buttons on the dashboard. A compartment slid open to reveal the large Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 Magnum he always carried in the car, part of the private, and most secret, ‘gee-whizz’ technology built into the vehicle without even the Armourer’s knowledge. You stop that right now. quote:‘Yes it is. A little extra protection if we need it.’ This is a strange increase to Disney security, but if it keeps the anti-maskers out... quote:Two men, uniformed in fawn slacks and blue shirts bearing the insignia Bismaquer Security, appeared from the blockhouse. They carried hand guns holstered on their hips, and pump-action shotguns under their arms. That's Jacob Epstein. We're not getting into that kind of villain here. quote:Through his driving mirror, Bond could see the BMW still standing well back. Its lights winked twice, and one of the guards spat. This guy is operating on the knife's edge of getting caught every day. quote:‘You got the steerin’ on the wrong side, buddy, y’know that?’ What, exactly, is going on at Rancho Bismaquer that deaths are commonplace but nobody in the government has any intention of lifting a finger? quote:Cedar’s briefing had reflected the tight security on Rancho Bismaquer, and Bond already had some idea of what to expect if SPECTRE was involved. But the scale of this operation could only bring a sneaking admiration. No roads led into Bismaquer’s large ranch, only the mono-rail protected by deadly electric fences, high as prison walls, together with automaton-like guards. Bond also wondered about the tail car, the BMW. Had they, in fact, been under discreet surveillance from the time they left Washington after the elevator incident? You got caught in Washington within days despite the guys chasing you not being on your trail. What the hell do you think, Bond? The only reason you're alive is because they apparently don't want to kill you yet. quote:Wrapped in these thoughts, Bond took out his gunmetal cigarette case, offered one to Cedar, who refused, and lit a Simmons for himself. He felt an itch of concern. It had not been there when he had begun the long trek from England; and, since then, life had been full of incident: the attempted kidnap in New York; the falling elevator; and then the long, fast drive to Texas. Now, poised on the brink of entering Bismaquer’s world, Bond knew he should not dwell on the more morbid possibilities. As M would say, ‘Worry at it, 007; don’t worry about it.’ The most famous suspended monorail at the time was likely the Shonan monorail designed by the French consortium SAFEGE. The design is the most common suspended railway in the world (albeit far more rare than the straddle-beam design typified by Alweg or the Walt Disney World monorail designed by the legendary Bob Gurr, who's great to hear stories of the old Disney days from) and the Shonan monorail, opened in 1970, was the first mass transit suspended monorail system to enter use. This would be what Gardner's research would be most likely to pull up if he was looking up monorails contemporary to the early 80s. quote:The turbine whine grew louder. They could not see the vehicle arrive, but one of the guards walked slowly over to the doors facing them, unlocked a metal box in the wall, and pressed a button. Silently the doors slid back. With how the business has gone so far, Bond's lucky he didn't just get cracked in the face with a baseball bat and have Cedar dangled out the window for that remark. quote:Standing at the end of the vehicle compartment was a man who was especially noticeable for the rake-thinness of his body, and a face which looked like a skull over which thin, almost transparent, skin had been tightly stretched. Even the eyes were sunk back deep into their sockets. In personal appearance, Walter Luxor looked like the walking dead. A very normal person to have in your ice cream business. quote:Luxor ushered them into a beautifully-designed coach, with upholstered leather swivel chairs; tables anchored to the floor, and an attractive hostess ready to serve drinks. Not if you're drinking cooking sherry alone in the kitchen! quote:As though to put them at ease, Walter Luxor continued talking. ‘Markus only had the vehicle transporter and club coaches on the rail today. Perhaps, when you leave, he’ll let you make a choice.’ Huh. It got weirder. quote:‘I know,’ Bond said abruptly. The face was bad enough, but the strangulated, high-pitched voice was almost unbearable. ‘Why replicas?’ he asked shortly. To my knowledge, the fastest suspension railway in the world is the prototype Qingdao "Skytrain", which hits 43 MPH. How loving far away is Rancho Bismaquer from the road if you need to hit 150 MPH to reach it in time? This is getting downright cyberpunk. quote:The journey took just over fifteen minutes. Then, gently, the speed was reduced. Bond saw three or four long sections of cyclone fence reaching away into the distance, then a high thick wall, wired at the top and reaching to at least twenty feet. Hope Bond bought some air fresheners. I feel like this guy will smell of formaldehyde and lillies. quote:Once down the disembarking ramp they could have been outside any small American railroad stop. Doubtless this was another part of Bismaquer’s collection: a small turn-of-the-century station, probably removed from a ghost-town. I'm starting to think this is going to be a very odd book... quote:‘How very clever of you.’ The squeak rose excitedly from Walter Luxor. ‘It usually takes people longer. They think they’ve seen pictures of it. Markus fell in love with it when he saw the movie, so he bought the designs from MGM and built it here. Ah, here’s Markus now.’ This is hilarious. "He looks so much like a cherub......OR A DEVIL MAYHAPS?????" quote:‘Come, Mrs Penbrunner,’ he heard Bismaquer say, ‘. . . come, — Mr Bond. I know we’re in Texas, but I make the best mint juleps in the world. How about that? Mint juleps, Texan style!’ Once more the infectious, growling laugh. ‘You just fill the glass up with crushed ice, load in the gin and add a sprig of mint on top.’ Bismaquer roared at his own recipe, then turned to watch Bond coming up the flat steps from the car. What? You don't add gin in Texas! quote:Yes, Bond thought, seeing the happy gleaming eyes of this pink, white, and silver billionaire. Yes, the new Blofeld could easily be just this sort of man.
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# ? Nov 3, 2020 05:04 |
Now I know who Luxor was reminding me of!
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what the hell is even going on with this plotting
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# ? Nov 5, 2020 00:36 |
Psion posted:what the hell is even going on with this plotting Just you wait!
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Clearly, Blofeld knows that Bond won't come and actually do as he's asked to do, so there must be an outrageously overcomplicated setup to drive him into ... doing what he was planning on doing, theoretically. I think?
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Psion posted:what the hell is even going on with this plotting It's just a jump to the left And then a step to the right With your knife in your hand You bring your villain in tight
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If you're a superfan with money to burn (or know one and give really extravagant Christmas gifts), Sotheby's has auctions going of rare Bond books, many from Fleming's personal collection and original Bond movie posters. They close on the 11th and 12th. For the rest of us, it's neat to look at the memorabilia. Personally I find it really interesting to see the different posters from around the world.
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Yond Cassius posted:If you're a superfan with money to burn (or know one and give really extravagant Christmas gifts), Sotheby's has auctions going of rare Bond books, many from Fleming's personal collection "The Property of a Gentleman"
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Chapter 11: Rancho Bismaquerquote:James Bond politely declined Markus Bismaquer’s lethal mint julep, choosing instead another vodka martini. Meaning what the gently caress, man? quote:A white-coated servant had appeared through the main doors and stood waiting behind a large trolley-bar. But Bismaquer was content to serve his guests himself. He looked up over the bottles, hands poised, his cherubic face a mask of surprise. Oh God, it's like Thanksgiving with your conservative relatives. quote:The high-pitched voice of Walter Luxor joined in. ‘I think Markus was trying to make a joke based on the old saying that when a woman says “no” she means maybe” …’ Yeah this is exactly like that. quote:‘I see.’ Bond took the proffered martini, flattening his voice to give the impression that he was a man without humour. When playing someone like Bismaquer, he calculated — all growl and laughs — it was better to take on an opposing role. "I've heard of your habit of going to sleep in enemy territory. I know you can't resist my accommodations!" quote:‘A day or two won’t matter, will it, James?’ Cedar looked at him in a pleading manner, giving just the right emphasis. "Family names are for steers and queers!" quote:Bond again nodded. He took out his car keys and went down the steps to the Saab. ...Bond, you're on a mission. You just agreed to a race. quote:‘Oh, yes. Yes!’ Bismaquer all but trembled with excitement. ‘Let’s leave Mrs Penbrunner in Walter’s safe hands. After luncheon, I’ll see you’re taken over to the guest cabins. Then we’ll arrange a guided tour of Rancho Bismaquer — of which, Jim, I’m pretty proud.’ The most prominent set here is from Thomas Bewick, an English wood engraver who popularized technical innovations in woodcut printing to allow higher quality for cheap by adapting tools for engraving metal. His most famous work is actually A History of British Birds from 1797, which became one of the premiere nature books of the 19th century. Appropriate, considering James Bond was named after an ornithologist. quote:‘You’d have to call this a pretty handsome collection, wouldn’t you, Jim?’ Bismaquer waited patiently at the end of the room, visibly proud of his showpiece. You waited until now to worry about that? quote:‘You must, by the way, forgive Walter’s strange appearance. He looks like a dry stick, I know, like you could break him in two. But looks are deceiving. I don’t suggest you try it. Really, he’s strong as a horse. The hot springs of Japan are truly a cruel mistress. quote:‘The Hogarths, please, James.’ Yeah, that's really typical if you look up Hogarth's works. His most famous are likely Beer Street and Gin Lane, created during the height of the Gin Craze. Legislation encouraging domestic gin production at the end of the 17th century (such as reducing taxes and requiring no licensure for production) led to an insane increase in the production of cheap gin, which was rapidly followed by an increase in alcohol abuse. Even attempts at curbing production didn't stop gin consumption from reaching a height of 2.2 gallons per capita in 1743 of the cheap, questionable spirit. The rising cost of grain and increasing legislation led to the Gin Craze tapering off by 1757, but it was an early example of the drug-related moral panics that continue to grip modern society. quote:Bismaquer leaned over the prints in an attitude of reverence. "Tantalising?" A sure sign of a woman appearing! quote:They both turned from the table, Bond almost doing a double-take, as Bismaquer gave a delighted growl. ‘Ah! Come and meet James Bond, darling. He’s here representing Professor Penbrunner. James, this is my wife, Nena.’ This is how I also enter rooms. quote:She was tall — almost matching Bond’s height — with long legs and a firm, striding walk. As she crossed the room, Bond saw in an instant that Nena Bismaquer would be at home and comfortable anywhere. She had that special poise which combined all the attributes he most admired in a woman: style, grace, and the obvious ability to take on the athletic pursuits of what is known as the great outdoors. I think Cedar is safe now. quote:‘Yes, I know who Mr Bond is. I’ve just met Mrs Penbrunner, and it’s a pleasure to meet you . . . may I call you James too?’ Is Bond so famous that anyone can know him now, or.... quote:‘Well, I’m Nena; and to what extravagance are you tempting my husband, James? The Hogarth prints?’ Oh my God, he's looking through the fourth wall at me! quote:Bond watched as she examined the prints, one by one, the trace of a smile starting at the eyes and dropping to her lips, as a long, beautifully manicured finger pointed to the last picture. ‘That one could have been drawn from life, chéri.’ A glissando laugh, harp-like, and without malice. ‘He looks just like you.’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psxBizrPIxg quote:‘So, how much are you asking?’ said Nena Bismaquer, turning to Bond. "Invited." quote:‘Come on, James. First to make an offer, you mean.’ Bismaquer did not seem to have changed, yet there was something between husband and wife: intangible, but there. Quite. quote:Nena, though, had disappeared. Get the knife in quickly, Bond thought, and, before giving Bismaquer a chance to continue talking, he asked bluntly: ‘Markus, what about your invitation to Professor Penbrunner?’ You might want to find a new contractor, then! quote:‘You’ve got your own security people, Markus. Why use a New York agency?’ The blackness hit him, and the void was calling... quote:‘That, and an attempt on his life. And on Mrs Penbrunner’s.’ You're trying not to be the bad guy and you announce dinner with a gong? quote:Before they went into the cool, pleasing dining room, with its shaded windows, silently moving servants and colonial American furnishings, Bond slipped out to the Saab, returning the prints to safety. The meal turned out to be animated, if wearing. Bismaquer, Bond discovered, liked holding the centre of the stage all the time, so that his éminence grise, Walter Luxor, and Nena Bismaquer became merely part of his court. "Using the blood of those who didn't sell us things fast enough." quote:Once work began, Bismaquer had put his priorities in the right order. A third of the land was for grazing purposes — ‘Landscaped and everything. We’ve a fine herd out there. Unusual, but actually it pays for a lot of the fun.’ The fun, as he liked to call it, was contained in the remaining hundred square miles which had also been irrigated and landscaped, with massive loads of fertile soil and fully-grown trees, either flown in or brought overland by tractor. ‘You said, James, that you’d heard I had only two passions — collecting prints and ice cream. Well, there’s more to it than that. I guess I’m a collector of just about everything. We’ve got a fine stable of cars, from ancient to modern, and some good horses too. Yes, ice cream is something I still tinker with . . .’ How many of them survive an entire conference? quote:‘And there’s this, of course. Tara, my very proud possession. Quite something, eh, James?’ Well, no. SPECTRE originally made itself distinguishable by having everyone completely respectable with no way of tracing them to a global criminal/terrorist organization. A bunch of flamboyant weirdos showing up at a Texan ranch notorious for killing people would be more deserving of an airstrike. quote:When something particularly unpleasant happened, Bismaquer could, like all good paranoids, forget about it: tinkering with new ice cream flavours, driving around his private race track, or just basking in the true Hollywood fantasy of the great screen house, Tara. Gone with the wind. "Now, does this gin julep smell funny to you?" quote:Nena Bismaquer told him that was so and as they left the dining room, she brushed against Bond and said with a look which was more than a simple pleasantry, ‘I look forward to showing you around the place, James. And talking to you.’ At least it's not a Confederate flag... quote:‘My job, Markus.’ Bond thanked them for the delicious meal, and as they set off in the Saab, Cedar started to giggle. ‘Wow, what a set-up!’ she exclaimed. "Almost like we're purposefully setting ourselves in their trap...." quote:‘Just fine,’ said Bond. ‘Markus is quite the king. He was innocent as a new-born babe about the goons in New York.’ Could be suspicious! quote:‘Really?’ Bond tried to sound innocent, but he vividly remembered Nena’s look and the way she spoke to him. Being married to Markus Bismaquer would obviously have its compensations; but maybe there were things that the fantasy of the ranch and Tara could not supply. ‘If you’re right,’ he mused aloud, ‘if there’s any truth in that, Cedar, I’ll see we’re not disturbed tonight. Heaven can wait.’ How will Bond and his sidekick ever get out of this precarious situation they've put themselves in on purpose? quote:‘I’ve got a Smith & Wesson in the briefcase,’ Bond continued. ‘I’ll let you have it later.’ Meanwhile, 20 miles away in a small study... quote:‘Mazzard Securities,’ a voice at the New York number answered. "He just walked right in and asked for a guest room! I can't believe it!" quote:‘As soon as I can. You want everything right, don’t you?’ And I'm sure something will! quote:HOUND. Blofeld smiled at the word. High above the earth, at this very moment, the Americans had their hounds out in force, with more in reserve. They claimed none of these weapons was in space, but this was merely a subterfuge. Within days now, SPECTRE would lay its hands on every piece of data concerning these hounds of heaven, the Space Wolves — and what a plan, what ingenuity, what profits! The Soviets alone would pay a fortune for the information.
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In other auction news, https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/kgb-museum-auction
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Space Wolves, huh?
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Just catching up, and I want to make sure I have the plot straight in my head: -CIA wants to investigate this guy in Texas because he has a big, weird house -Everyone they send is found dead, so they go find James Bond, who knows about this guy -This guy knows James Bond, so they disguise him as a professor with rare woodprints, which they fake -The Texas sends four thugs to attack the professor and bring the woodprints to him, but Bond uses throwing knives to knock them all out -Bond then abandons his disguise completely and travels to a random hotel hundreds of miles away -They find Bond anyway, and try to kill him by turning off the elevator, but there is a safety catch -Bond goes to Texas and shows up at the guy's house, both abandoning his cover and also perpetuating it -Bond meets the target, as himself secret agent James Bond (knowing they know this) and also under cover of selling the woodprints -Bond takes a nap in the guest house
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poisonpill posted:Just catching up, and I want to make sure I have the plot straight in my head: Espionage!
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I guess I thought the books by an actual commando might be a bit more... grounded? But hell, Fleming was in wartime intelligence so there we go
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Strategic Tea posted:I guess I thought the books by an actual commando might be a bit more... grounded? The action bits are still pretty good. The plot and intelligence work is just garbage. I think it's a combination of Fleming being a better, more imaginative writer and better prose author; and this guy having combat experience but maybe no real espionage field work. Those parts read like dime store detective novels.
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Chapter 12: Guided Tourquote:The cabins were identical except for their names — Sand Creek and Fetterman. If Bond remembered correctly, these were the names of two bloody massacres during the Indian wars of the 1860s. Sand Creek, he seemed to recall, was the scene of an act of revolting treachery, leading to the butchery of old men, women, and children. Pleasantly chosen names for guest cabins. Guys I think we might be staying in the wrong resort. quote:It was in true Blofeld fashion, though, as was the whole ranch. Neither was Bond surprised to find the interiors of the cabins as spacious and well-appointed as everything else. Each had a large sitting room with television, stereo and VTR; a bedroom which would put even the most grandiose hotels to shame; and a large bathroom, furnished with shower and sunken jacusi. The only difference lay in the paintings. Sand Creek sported a large reproduction of Robert Lindneux’s canvas depicting the massacre, while the other cabin contained a blow-up reproduction of the Harper’s Weekly engraving of the Fetterman battle. "VTR" means "video tape recorder" and is simply Gardner using an outdated term for what we all know as the VCR. Starting in the early 70s, Sony released the first commercial VCR for home use and movies began being sold on video cassettes. By 1982, when this book released, only 10% of British homes had one so it's still a luxury for Bond to be seeing one in a guest cabin. This is also in the middle of the format war between Sony's Betamax tapes and Victor Company of Japan's VHS; Betamax VCRs and image quality were higher, VHS VCRs were cheaper and able to record for longer. In 1982, Betamax would be down to only a 25% market share in the United States. The Sand Creek Massacre occurred on November 29, 1864. Colonel John Chivington attacked a Cheyenne and Arapaho village in what's now Kiowa County, Colorado, killing dozens or hundreds of natives (at least 2/3 of whom were women and children). The area had started to flood with gold miners in 1858 and the federal government signed a controversial treaty with a minority of the local chiefs to put them on an extremely small reserve, against the wishes and laws of the Cheyenne (it had been negotiated and signed without passing through the Council of 44 and they stated that the chiefs were unable to understand the treaty and were simply bribed into signing). They deemed the treaty illegitimate and ignored it, which became a problem when the land they were staying on had a lot more white settlers than it used to. Tensions rose until, in 1864, a coalition of tribes began attacking white settlers to drive them out. Negotiations with Colorado Governor John Evans were rocky, but a group of Cheyenne were allowed to go to Fort Lyon to surrender and be peacefully relocated. Unfortunately, Chivington happened to be around. He and Evans had political ambitions and intentionally stoked fears of Indian attacks hundreds of miles from where most of them were occurring in the hopes of completely removing the tribes from the area east of Colorado Territory. Ignoring the American flag with a white flag underneath that was flown by Chief Black Kettle's encampment (one of the chiefs who had signed the controversial treaty), Chivington's men were sent charging in. Only about 75 men were present in the village, most too old or young to be warriors. The American soldiers brutally slaughtered between 70 and 500 people, even babies, and the corpses were horrifically mutilated. Women and children were scalped, had body parts and fetuses taken as trophies, or executed for sport. As the civilians attempted to flee up the creek, they were fired on with cannons. Among the dead were 8 members of the Council of 44, which severely disrupted by the Cheyenne power structure. Despite Governor Evans officially commending Chivington for his actions as part of the genocide plot, word got out a few weeks later about what really happened. Investigations were conducted, including by the Congressional Joint Committee on the Conduct of the War, and Evans and Chivington were condemned for the massacre. Unfortunately, little could be done and no charges were filed; Chivington had resigned his commission by this point and was untouchable by the military. He and Evans both had their political ambitions crushed, with Evans being forced to resign as governor and both dying in relative obscurity in the 1890s. Black Kettle would continue advocating pacifism, only to be killed in 1868 by General Custer at the Battle of Washita River, shot in the back alongside his wife. And because the decoration in these cabins just isn't depressing enough, you get to learn about the Indians getting their revenge! The Fetterman Massacre occurred on December 21, 1866. It was a conflict between a confederation of the Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho and a US Army detachment from Fort Phil Kearny in Wyoming. Colonel Henry B. Carrington was deployed in June 1866 to build three forts to protect white travelers along the Bozeman Trail, in Crow territory (which connected Montana Territory to the Oregon Trail just north of Fort Laramie). While the Crow were peaceful with the Americans, the Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho were their longtime enemies and had invaded Crow land in 1860 after they needed new buffalo herds to track. The forts were built specifically because of the risk of those guys firing on settlers. Sure enough, there were over 50 Indian attacks over the next few months while trying to construct Fort Phil Kearny. A cavalry detachment led by Lieutenant Horatio S. Bingham and accompanied by Captains William J. Fetterman and James W. Powell (all experienced veterans) arrived to provide reinforcements in November. Despite having no experience in fighting the tribes, Fetterman was boastful and arrogant of his supposed prowess and contemptful of the natives' abilities. Their soldiers proved their inexperience, especially in the hand-to-hand combat that Indian fighting always devolved into, and Bingham was killed and mutilated in a skirmish. Meanwhile, the leaders of the three tribes (including Red Cloud and the infamous Crazy Horse of the Lakota) decided to lay a huge trap before the winter snows would force them to move their encampments. It was a simple decoy operation, with Crazy Horse helping lead the US soldiers into an ambush. Despite Carrington giving specific orders not to pursue over the ridge out of sight of the fort, Fetterman ignored him. He and his 80 men found a thousand Indians waiting for them. Carrington eventually sent a detachment to go find Fetterman, where they found the entire force killed, stripped naked, and mutilated. A civilian, John "Portugee" Phillips, was sent on horseback to Fort Laramie while the rest of the fort huddled inside for defense to request help. He made the 236-mile trip in four days, stumbling into the middle of a Christmas ball with the letter. Brigadier General Henry W. Wessells arrived on January 16 to relieve Carrington of command; half of Carrington's soldiers suffered frostbite on the march home just to drive home to the point. Now, there's been a lot of attempts to rehabilitate Fetterman. I'm not sure I buy it; the accepted narrative has many witnesses who are often unanimous in their statements and I find any attempts to dismiss Fetterman's boasting as "the accepted nature of the elites of his generation" as silly. quote:There were telephones which, they soon discovered, connected with the main house and nowhere else. It would be impossible to call each other, and Bond was also disturbed to find that neither of the cabins was provided with lock or key. No privacy for these guests. Wow, what a safe place to sleep! quote:They tossed a coin for cabins, Bond getting Fetterman. He helped Cedar move her luggage into Sand Creek. I have not gone far enough to confirm whether Bond is using a leather holster for the VP70 or if he's following H&K's intentions and using the stock (which he was established as being issued in Q Branch). Much like the Mauser C96 and other pistols before it, the stock can also serve as a hard plastic holster for the gun. Owning a replica Mauser M712 with a plastic faux-wood stock, I can confirm that this is a very bulky and rather uncomfortable way to carry a handgun. quote:Alone in his cabin, he had unlocked the briefcase. Now he gave the small revolver, with ammunition, to Cedar. Cedar's horniness will be the death of both of them. quote:She sighed. ‘Oh James, you can be a fussy devil. Nobody thinks twice about things like that any more.’ She stayed silent until they were well into the trees, then added, through gritted teeth, ‘And you watch it with the Bismaquer woman. She’d eat you alive, make no mistake.’ The only other buildings are Bismaquer's ice cream laboratory, near the ranch's main highway, and what looks like a mysterious and not-at-all important warehouse behind it partially camouflaged by trees. quote:In the very far distance, covered by a bluish haze, lay grazing land; and, from their vantage point, they could make out the tiny dots of cattle. It was also apparent that the knoll was not the highest ground. To the left of the Conference Centre, Bismaquer’s land sloped gently upwards to a broad plateau upon which the airstrip had been built, a plateau large enough, they both judged, to accommodate very big aircraft. A 747 needs about 10,450 feet (almost 2 miles) of runway to land, so this airstrip is practically of professional grade. quote:‘If they can take Jumbos, they’ll be able to fly almost anything in and out.’ Bond’s eyes narrowed against the harsh, hot light. ‘That’s another target. Let’s tick them off, Cedar: we need a good look at the Conference Building; Bismaquer’s laboratory; the airfield . . .’ Just wait until you see the giant python at the mansion! quote:Bond wished he had some field glasses with him, or materials with which to make a map. After a while, Cedar asked if he thought they could get out. Nah. quote:‘Okay, or Nena Bismaquer, why not? But my money’s on Markus himself. He has all the paranoid symptoms: a Chris Cringle cover, an obsession with wealth and possessions, always wanting more. I vote for him, with Walter Luxor as his chief eunuch.’ This is the worst plan! You dropped yourself into the rape den! quote:Bond moved her away from the edge of the knoll to inspect the woods once more. ‘They must have some kind of monitoring system,’ he said after half an hour’s further search had produced no clues. ‘I think we try and shake any watchdogs they give us tonight, then go on a little tour of our own. Hallo . . .’ He stopped still as the sound of a motor engine drifted up from the road below the knoll, and took Cedar’s arm. ‘That’ll be the grand tour party. Don’t forget, they’ll split us up now, but after dinner at Tara we stick together. Right?’ The 1966 Mustang is not the most famous model year, but it's part of the first generation and thus deserves some recognition. The 289 cubic inch engine actually came in 4 different styles, so it's not clear just how powerful this Mustang is. quote:Nena sat next to her husband, hair wind-blown and face radiant, flushed by what had probably been a fast drive. She vaulted out of the Mustang in a graceful, single movement, her long legs clearing the door with agile ease. Oh God. quote:‘You all set, James?’ Nena Bismaquer’s eyes, dancing a moment ago, suddenly turned serious as she looked into Bond’s face. Be eaten? quote:Bond lost Bismaquer’s last words in the deep roar of the Saab’s ignition. Then, with a wave, he shut the door, and the noise softened to a rumble. Reminds me of Greenfield Village in Michigan. quote:Nena waved to people as they drove through, and Bond noticed a patrol car, with the Bismaquer Security flashes on the side. By giving them speeding tickets? quote:Bond made no comment, just drove on, following her directions. They went out to the edge of the grazing land, then turned back, taking the airport road. It was clear Cedar and he had been right: this was no simple landing strip in the converted desert, but a full scale operational airport. He's lost his mojo, baby? quote:‘I wonder about that myself.’ Nena’s voice dropped, the sparkle gone. ‘All the time.’ There was another silence before she said, ‘Oh, it’s a long, involved, and not very edifying story, James. I come out of it something of a gold-digger. Did you know that gold-diggers always get their just desserts?’ I can't even make a Kanye West joke without remembering that "Gold Digger" is 15 years old and now he's an insane wannabe cult leader who wrote himself in voting for president. quote:‘Oh, they get that too. But they pay a price. Here, straight ahead. Start slowing down.’ "Seriously, I've never been this bad at my job!" quote:Warning signals rang in his head, pulling his mind back to the reality of the moment. Nena Bismaquer knelt beside what appeared to be a small, circular metal cover about a foot in diameter that looked as though it had something to do with drainage. A metal ring was recessed flush with the centre of the cover, and Nena prised it open with ease, lifting out the thick round plate as though it were light as plastic. That is the least reassuring description I've ever gotten. quote:She reached down and pulled the lever back. The slab of stone, on its hydraulic jacks, went through the reverse procedure. When it was settled in position, Nena put the small circular cover back in place and kicked dust over it with her foot. A very unsuspicious place. quote:‘Have you got a cigarette?’ she asked after he switched off the ignition. Bond you idiot. quote:She raised her hand, lifting Bond’s arm with hers, fingers tightening. ‘Don’t worry. Please. You don’t tell Markus I gave away a state secret, and I won’t mention the fact that you’re a . . . Oh, what do they call it? A con merchant? A confidence artist? There’s another slang name over here . . .’ Her fleem-flemmy power. quote:‘I still don’t know what you’re . . .’ Once again, Bond's cover barely lasts 30 seconds. quote:‘It’s not.’ Bond knew he should admit to nothing illegal. ‘But what makes you so certain those are forgeries? You only had a quick look at them.’ This plan was such a mess. quote:‘Well, Nena, it’s all news to me,’ he bluffed, hoping that no sign of the shock showed in his face or eyes. All right, very suspicious behavior on her part. Bond's best bet would be to break off an-- quote:James Bond, however, had reached the stage when he would gladly have been eaten alive by the amazing Nena Bismaquer. In all his not inconsiderable experience, he could not remember ever having been kissed like this. It began as a caressing touch, as their lips met, then a tingling sensation — her mouth in constant motion — as they opened their mouths as one, the tips of their tongues touching, then retreating, and touching again: like two animals exploring one another; until, at last, both capitulated willingly. Gradually, the kiss became almost everything the whole act of sex should be: the lips, mouths, and tongues ceased to have separate identities — becoming one, reaching out, exploring: extending into a passion of their own. God DAMMIT BOND quote:She glanced at her watch. ‘Oh, dear James, we’ll have to go soon.’ Her eyes shifted from him briefly. ‘I have to ask one thing.’ She looked away from him, staring out through the windshield. ‘You and Mrs Penbrunner — Cedar . . . ?’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cONmzaT4x10 quote:‘I can’t tell you about it. To be honest, I don’t know that much myself, but what I do know terrifies me. Markus may seem a nice buffoon — a rich, boisterous, amusing and generous teddy bear. But the bear has claws, James, terrible claws, and powers that reach out far beyond this ranch. Far beyond America in fact.’ The former Nena Clavert was an orphan artist in Paris working part-time as a waitress. Before she could resort to prostitution, the wealthy Markus Bismaquer showed up and courted her. quote:‘It wasn’t until he brought me here that I found the real man behind that generous nature. Yes, there’s a criminal — a terrible — connection. But there are other things too: his violent temper, which only those close to him see. And his predilections, of course . . .’ uh quote:They followed a minor road, taking them around the back of the smooth lawns surrounding Tara, then through a belt of trees, high and thick, which explained why Cedar and Bond could not see the racing circuit from their vantage point on the knoll. Well that's terrible character design! You can't give the villain the same car color as the hero! The viewer will never tell them apart! quote:‘Be terribly careful, James.’ Nena seemed to have regained her self-control. ‘Once behind the wheel, Walter’s a dangerous man to play around with. He’s an expert, he knows this track like his own hand, and he can clock up incredible speeds. What’s worse, since his own accident he’s felt no fear — neither for himself nor any opponent.’ The ranch or Markus? quote:‘Something else,’ she answered. Nobody but Bond could have understood the tinge of irony; and only Bond noticed the dagger looks aimed directly at Nena Bismaquer. The Shelby Mustang is a high-performance variant of the Mustang made by Shelby American from 1965 to 1968 (then Ford in 1969 and 1970 before the line ended; the 2005 revitalization of the name is just a Ford branding now). Each model year was different; the pictured car is a 1967 with the K-code 289 cubic inch engine producing 271 horsepower. quote:Bond reached out a hand. ‘Of course I’m on. Should be fun.’ Oh please. You started trying to suck off your dad's best friend a few days into the mission. quote:‘Possibly.’ Bond spoke sharply. ‘But I’ve learned a great deal. For instance, Nena Bismaquer may be the only friend we have here. Also, we can take our time over the Conference Centre. There’s a way in, directly off the road. No problem. I think tonight’s activities have to be confined to that laboratory and the building behind it. Did you enjoy Bismaquer’s company?’ Jesus Christ, Cedar! quote:‘Right first time,’ Bond said. And with one line, Cedar Leiter becomes the worst Bond Girl. quote:James Bond sat, a large vodka martini in his hand, facing Markus Bismaquer on the veranda. Walter Luxor hovered in the background. If James Bond is as well-known as he seems to be, why is Bismaquer not more suspicious that he's been assigned to something this mundane? quote:‘Well . . .’ Bismaquer began again. ‘I’ll offer you . . .’ "First, what the gently caress kind of auction system is that?" quote:‘Okay. Okay.’ Bismaquer appeared to be rattled. ‘The first one’s easy. Every man, in my experience, has a price. I presume you’re corruptible?’ Oh, well, that was easy. quote:‘Oh, you’ve sure given me a hard time, James, my friend, I think we have to take it a step further. Tell me, could you scrape together a million bucks? I mean now, this minute?’ Now this is just getting contrived. quote:It was a subtle scheme — a gamble based on the knowledge Markus Bismaquer had of Luxor, the Shelby-American GT, and the track, but a gamble none the less. Except, Bond knew, if Bismaquer was the new Blofeld — or even if Luxor were — nobody was going to get anything for the prints. Bismaquer was playing with him, counting on Bond going for the bait and, in all probability, killing himself out on the hot circuit with its dangerous bends.
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quote:Back in the car, she seemed edgy. ‘Where now?’ Bond asked, giving the impression that the show with the hidden entrance was an interesting, but unimportant event.
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Fingers crossed that the secret tunnel is a deathtrap and Bond and Cedar can both just rot there. This book keeps finding new ways to make no sense. Bond invents the least convincing auction system in the world, which seems like it's designed to force Bismaquer to make a higher bid than he would otherwise, and the winning answer is... a million dollars. Wow, amazing.
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