"Trench, Sylvia Trench. And your name is?"
(With sarcasm): "Bond, James Bond."
(Add caption?) What d'you mean 'add caption!' Everyone knows what gets said here! |
You see... Sylvia Trench is the name you need to remember; but you don't. And what's more, the delivery is the important part, as well as the approach: 'I admire your courage, Miss -?'
There's wa-a-a-ay not enough people who consistently read here for me to open out fulsomely on some important current, key issues. You don't want some significant fact to disappear beneath the waves of limited marketing, and then people later on say, oh well it was out there in the public...
El Cliffo - the Big One - ain't coming just yet anyway, so you don't really need me to announce anything too much ahead of the curve. So why not just ride with the benign, silly, frivolous diversions...
Just for the moment.
My choice for 'Sylvia Trench?' Real proper evening dress and all |
What's it all about? Is it sinister? Of course, it must be sinister; there can be no doubt.
What has changed about Sylvia Trench... Well, for one thing, Sylvia Trench is more seductive, more worldly, more knowledgeable, about just about everything, than even the infamous James Bond himself. Can you image such a thing!
I'm stuck with the name, I'm afraid. It was, however unfortunately, the name Fleming employed for this seductress, and we're stuck with it now.
Or are we?
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