Rules of Life: James Bond

Today we have the rules of the life of agent 007 himself! And one of the rules is: “You only live twice. Once when you are born, and once when you face death.”

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Yes, just a second. Three parts Gordon's, one part vodka, half Kina Lillet. Shake very well until very cold, then add a large piece of lemon peel. It's clear?

Getting two zeros to your number is not difficult. You just have to be ready to kill people. That's all. Nothing to be proud of here.

World domination. Always the same dream. Our mental hospitals are full of people who think they are Napoleons. Or gods.

Power changes - lies remain.

Smersh? I have to tell you, I'm not thrilled that these guys are running around France and killing anyone they think has betrayed their regime. Damn anarchy!

And they say that communists don't know how to have fun.

I hate tea. It's just dirty shit. Moreover, tea is one of the main reasons for the fall of the British Empire.

I am ridiculously fond of good food and drink. Partly because I'm a bachelor, but mostly because I'm used to paying attention to the little things. It's absurd and old-fashioned, of course, but when I'm working I often eat alone, and the process becomes much more interesting if it is a little more complicated.

Fish with red wine... This usually leads to all sorts of thoughts.

If a person drinks Dom Perignon 1952, he cannot be a complete bastard.

I never drink more than one cocktail before dinner. But I like it to be a very big, very cold and very well made cocktail. I hate small portions of anything, especially if it tastes like rubbish.

Drinking yourself to death is better than dying of thirst. As for cigarettes, I just do not really understand where to put my hands.

There is as much difference between a good golf shot and a bad shot as there is between a beautiful woman and a nondescript woman. Everything is decided by millimeters.

I usually notice all sorts of little things - for example, a blonde girl or a brunette.

Up to forty girls cost nothing to men. And then you need either money or an impressive story. Of the two options, history is the more painful. However, I am not yet forty.

For the sake of a woman with a knife, I'm ready for anything.

In fact, I'm almost married. On a man. His name starts with M. I would have to divorce him before marrying a woman. And I'm not sure I would like that.

I decide what to think about men and women. What do I care about other people's opinions? Animals don't consult with each other about animals. They look, they smell, they touch. In love and hate, and everything in between, that's the only thing that matters. But people stopped trusting their own instincts. They need to insure. So they ask others if they should like someone or not. And since everyone loves bad news, they get bad answers—or at least good ones.

What am I not doing for England!

Never killed a dwarf. But there's probably a first time for everything. You only live twice. Once when you are born, and once when you face death.

Why do people who don't listen to other people's advice love to give their own?

Some of us smell like a street girl's handkerchief. And it seems to be me.

How - no chatter? No gossip? That is the problem with the modern world. People have forgotten how to conduct interrogation with passion. This is a lost art.

I must say I had a great evening. And you?

A storm is coming.