Ian Fleming, born 100-years ago today, May 28, 1908
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling – a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension – becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it.
James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired.
The opening paragraphs of his first novel, Casino Royale.