Word: berettas
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Then came unflappable James Bond, Secret Agent 007, licensed to kill in pursuance of his duty. Bond moved easily through all levels of society, the .25 Beretta automatic snug in its shoulder holster, and was as conspicuous for his catalogue of brand names as for his consumption of alcohol, racing cars and gourmet meals. Possibly due to his early upbringing in Pett Bottom, near Canterbury, Bond was an inveterate womanizer, and his tastes were truly catholic, ranging from such blue-veined aristocrats as Tatiana Romanova to ex-lesbians such as Pussy Galore. Though thoroughly amoral, Bond nevertheless served the public...
...hours lookout, 2 hours standby and general labor, and perhaps 2 hours wheel-watch). But I'm seeking what is specific to the summertime sailor's experience; of which an infuriating helpless sympathy is a large part. They condemn you and your innocence, and still worship your education; Beretta, an Able-Bodied who called me "Harbard," took me on exhibition to each and every woman in Antwerp whom he had (carnally) known. Then he sent me to Brussels, away from evil companions...
...took place in wartime Washington. It was recounted recently in London's The People by its heroine, a Mata Hari from Minnesota who worked for British Intelligence under the code name Cynthia. Her real name: Elizabeth Pack. Using the boudoir as Ian Fleming's hero uses a Beretta, she was described by her wartime boss as "the greatest unsung heroine of the war." After the war Cynthia married her onetime prey, the ardent Charles, and with him retreated to a remote 10th century French chateau where she died last week, at 53, of throat cancer...
...secrets. It's that blinking British Agent 007, it's that blithering bounder James Bond! To begin with, the man is an appliance snob-doesn't really mind if he shoots the wrong bloke so long as he shoots him with the right gun (8.5 oz. Beretta .25); wouldn't be caught dead, when he skindives after a killer, in anything but the very latest scuba suit. What's more, he is a cooking kook who cares more for his belly than he does for Britain-the sort of waiter baiter who considers himself...
...that he is one of the three operatives privileged to kill even when not acting in self-defense). In between assignments, he makes love "with rather cold passion, to one of three similarly disposed married women." And he can be as fast with the vodka martinis as with his Beretta .25; in the opening pages of Thunderball, he was in such bad shape that M had to send him to a sanitarium for a couple of weeks...