A Medium Vodka Dry Martini

I Shall Not Waste My Days In Trying To Prolong Them.

My Mental Hands Were Empty, And I Felt I Must Do Something As A Counterirritant Or Antibody To My Hysterical Alarm At Getting Married At The Age Of 43.

I'm Getting Very Sorry For The Devil And His Disciples Such As The Good Le Chiffre. The Devil Has A Rotten Time And I Always Like To Be On The Side Of The Underdog. We Don't Give The Poor Chap A Chance...the Devil Had No Prophets To Write His Ten Commandments And No Team Of Authors To Write His Biography.

These Blithering Women Who Thought They Could Do A Man's Work. Why The Hell Couldn't They Stay At Home And Mind Their Pots And Pans And Stick To Their Frocks And Gossip And Leave Men's Work To The Men.

I Take A Ridiculous Pleasure In What I Eat And Drink. It Comes Partly From Being A Bachelor, But Mostly From A Habit Of Taking A Lot Of Trouble Over Details. It's Very Persnickety And Old-maidish Really, But Then When I'm Working I Generally Have To Eat My Meals Alone And It Makes Them More Interesting When One Takes Trouble.