The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.

I hate TiVo, I hate DVRs. I do not get them.

Depressed looks like
Rain in the mist
Of wet roads
Soaked in the ground

She kept on patching up the edifice of her deceit until Bond wanted to spank her and tell her to relax and tell the truth. Instead he just gave her a reassuring pat on the back outside her room and told her to hurry up and have her bathe. Then he went on to his room.

Written By Ian Fleming

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