It’s Just That I’d Rather

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.

Everything I Write Has A Precedent In Truth.

Le Chiffre Was Serving A Wonderful Purpose, A Really Vital Purpose, Perhaps The Best And Highest Purpose Of All. By His Evil Existence, Which Foolishly I Have Helped To Destroy, He Was Creating A Norm Of Badness By Which, And By Which Alone, An Opposite Norm Of Goodness Could Exist. We Were Privileged, In Our Short Knowledge Of Him, To See And Estimate His Wickedness And We Emerge From The Acquaintanceship Better And More Virtuous Men.

But I Am Greedy For Life. I Do Too Much Of Everything All The Time. Suddenly One Day My Heart Will Fail. The Iron Crab Will Get Me As It Got My Father. But I Am Not Afraid Of The Crab. At Least I Shall Have Died From An Honourable Disease. Perhaps They Will Put On My Tombstone. 'this Man Died From Living Too Much'.

At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To Mistake Bad Play For Bad Luck.