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  • CommanderRossCommanderRoss The bottom of a pitch lake in Eastern Trinidad, place called La Brea
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    j_w_pepper wrote: »
    The MIG 21 isn't a Delta dear @RichardTheBruce . .
    Whether you have a technical point or not, it seems that most of the immediately available websites do not agree:

    "The MiG-21 has a delta wing" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikoyan-Gurevich_MiG-21)

    I'd say that if the wings form a triangle, it passes for delta even if the tail has additional stabilisers or whatever.

    Well Wikipedia is supposed to be corrected by experts but I sure learned differently that first and only year I studied aeronotical engeneering. The idea is that a regular aircraft has the foreward wings pushing lift at the centre of gravity (or slightly in front) which then is negatively corrected by the tail wings (pushing the nose down) to let it go foreward. The delta makes it possible to have the centre of lift put behind the centre of gravity, eliminating the need for those tailfins. That's why they are more efficient. The canards (foreward deltas) as seen on the Rafale or Saab fighters also has a positive lift. Hence double delta.

  • j_w_pepperj_w_pepper Born on the bayou. I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'.
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    That's quite interesting regarding the physics of it, and I really mean that and not as an ironic remark. However, I checked several German and English Wikipedia articles not just on the MiG-21, but also on "Delta wings" and their inventor Alexander Lippisch (who doubtless created the "real" kind), but it seems that most accept that there are "tailed" and "tailless" delta-winged planes, the MiG-21 always being mentioned among the deltas and as an example of the former kind. I think at least public perception, notwithstanding a different definition among specialists, results in delta-shaped wings being considered delta wings, no matter if accompanied by an extra tail.

    I'll have to mention the "canards" in the Birding Bond thread, though.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Controversy. The hallmark of many great discussions. I have a bias for MiGs, I admit.

    Saab double delta. I gotta remember that.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Eta / Η η / noun
    1. the 8th letter of the Greek alphabet
    Also:
    2. all caps (E.T.A.), acronym for “Estimated Time of Arrival”
    3. all caps (ETA), Swiss designer and manufacturer of mechanical and automatic watch movements and ébauches

    Early Greek (“h" sound). Classical Greek (long "e" sound). Modern Greek ("i").
    Combination of the Roman H and Cyrillic И.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
    Chapter 19 - Love for Breakfast
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    IN THE grey dawn, Zurich airport was depressing and almost deserted, but, blessedly, there was a Swissair Caravelle, delayed by fog at London Airport, waiting to take off for London. Bond parked Tracy in the restaurant and, regretfully forsaking the smell of coffee and fried eggs, went and bought himself a ticket, had his passport stamped by a sleepy official (he had half expected to be stopped, but wasn't), and went to a telephone booth and shut himself in. He looked up Universal Export in the telephone book, and read underneath, as he had hoped, 'Hauptvertreter Alexander Muir. Privat Wohnung' and the number. Bond glanced through the glass window at the clock in the departure hall. Six o'clock. Well, Muir would just have to take it.

    He rang the number and, after minutes, a sleepy voice said, 'Ja! Hier Muir.'

    Bond said, 'Sorry, 410, but this is 007. I'm calling from the airport. This is bloody urgent so I'll have to take a chance on your line being bugged. Got a paper and pencil?'

    The voice at the other end had grown brisker. 'Hang on, 007. Yes, got it. Go ahead.'

    'First of all I've got some bad news. Your Number Two has had it. Almost for sure. Can't give you any details over this line, but I'm off to London in about an hour - Swissair Flight 110 - and I'll signal the dope back straight away. Could you put that on the teleprinter? Right. Now I'm guessing that in the next day or so a party often girls, British, will be coming in here by helicopter from the Engadine. Yellow Sud Aviation Alouette. I'll be teleprinting their names back from London some time today. My bet is they'll be flying to England, probably on different flights and perhaps to Prestwick and Gatwick as well as London Airport, if you've any planes using those airports. Anyway, I guess they'll be dispersed. Now, I think it may be very important to tell London their flight numbers and ETA. Rather a big job, but I'll get you authority in a few hours to use men from Berne and Geneva to lend a hand. Got it? Right. Now I'm pretty certain you're blown. Remember the old Operation Bedlam that's just been cancelled? Well, it's him and he's got radio and he'll probably have guessed I'd be contacting you this morning. Just take a look out of the window and see if there's any sign of watchers. He's certainly got his men in Zurich.'
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  • CommanderRossCommanderRoss The bottom of a pitch lake in Eastern Trinidad, place called La Brea
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    The Eta glider, as manufactured by the ETA Aircraft company.
  • j_w_pepperj_w_pepper Born on the bayou. I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'.
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    There is a certain other connection between Bond and ETA...not really pleasant if one thinks about it (Bilbao is still a great city!).
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Here's a more palatable one.
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    ETA SA Manufacture Horlogère Suisse (ETA SA Swiss Watch Manufacturer) designs, manufactures quartz watches. Also hand-wound and automatic-winding mechanical ébauches and movements. Headquarters Grenchen, Switzerland. Today a part of The Swatch Group Ltd.

    ETA founded by Eterna, 1856. Production line traces to 1793, Fabriques d’Horlogerie de Fontainemelon (FHF) founded by David Benguerel, Isaac Benguerel, François Humbert-Droz, Julien Humbert-Droz. Manufactures for the Swatch Group plus competitors. Through mergers (absorbing Valjoux, Peseux, Lemania, others), ETA holds almost a monopoly of Swiss watch movements.

    1793 FHF (Fabriques d’Horlogerie de Fontainemelon) founded by David Benguerel, Isaac Benguerel, François Humbert-Droz, Julien Humbert-Droz.
    1856: Schoolmaster Urs Schild and Dr. Girard establish an ébauche (watch movement) factory, later Eterna.
    1896: ETA AS becomes the movement branch of Eterna.
    1926: Ébauches Ltd created by ETA AS and FHF (founded 1793).
    1930: SSIH established, combination of Omega and Tissot. SSIH strengthens its presence as a producer of Swiss watches.
    1931: ASUAG established, expands by acquiring producers of movement blanks.
    1930s: bad economic times, SSIH and ASUAG commit to research and development.
    1970s. more troubles for the Swiss watch industry. SSIH and ASUAG approach bankruptcy.
    1978: merger of AS and ETA.
    1983: SSIH and ASUAG merge as SMH (Swiss Corporation for Microelectronics and Watchmaking Industries Ltd., or Société de Microélectronique et d'Horlogerie), and Ernst Thomke and his team create the Swatch: "second watch". Inexpensive, hi-tech, trendy.
    1985: ETA absorbs Ébauches Ltd and FHF (today part of SMH/Swatch Group).
    1998: SMH renamed the Swatch Group.

    ETA 2892
    The ETA 2892.A2 is a 1970s-established movement. Automatic winding, 21-jewel movement, three grades: Elaborated, Top, Chronometer. For more expensive, higher level brands.

    Sister company Omega's Seamaster line (includes Seamaster Professional 300) has the improved ETA 2892.A2 named the Omega 1120. Later Omega 2500 series, from the ETA 2892. Still later versions of the Seamaster "Planet Ocean" use the Omega 8500 movement. Seamaster Professional 300 models use the Omega 2500 "D" series movement. Omega increasingly produces its own (non-ETA) movements.
    Omega Seamaster Professional. ETA 2892.A2, Omega 1120.
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    James Bond Seamaster Planet Ocean ETA 2892.A2.
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    Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean Skyfall. (Omega 8507 is non-ETA)
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    Omega Seamaster300 Spectre. (Omega 8400 is non-ETA)
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    [Written by a watch non-aficionado. Corrections welcome.]
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Olympe / Ολύμπη / noun
    1. a city in ancient Greece (in Epirus)
    2. Greek given name, male or female

    Greek (Ολύμπη, Olympe or Olympa).

    Olympe´Ne (Ὀλυμπηνή), district of Mysia, northern part of Mount Olympus. Inhabited by Olympeni (Ὀλυμπηνοί), also called Olympieni (Ὀλυμπιηνοί).

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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Peter Hunt, 1969.
    Olympe played by Virginia North
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    Draco: But today is the 14th, Commander.

    Bond: I´m superstitious.

    Draco: A martini for our guest, Olympe.

    Olympe. A pleasure.

    Bond: Shaken, not stirred.

    Olympe: Of course.

    Draco: Campari for me.

    Olympe: Mm-hm.

    Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here today. Please sit down. I was not sure you would accept a formal invitation.

    Bond: There´s always something formal about the point of a pistol.

    Draco: Thank you, chérie. Olympe, we will finish our struggle later.

    Olympe: As you wish.

    Draco: She also plays a very good game of chess.
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    Draco: You look marvelous. There´s someone I want you to meet.

    Tracy: Salut, Olympe. How are you?

    Olympe: It´s good to have you back. You look wonderful!

    Tracy: Thanks. Bom dia. Bonjour.

    Draco: Mr. Bond, may I introduce my daughter? Teresa.
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    Tracy: No woman would waste excellent champagne discussing business. Unless, of course, she happened to be part of the arrangement.

    Draco: Olympe, what have you said?

    Tracy: Don´t blame Olympe. l´m not your daughter for nothing.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Olympia / Ὀλυμπία / əˈlɪmpɪə / noun
    1. original location for the Olympic Games, northwestern Peloponnese peninsula, Greece

    Greek (Ὀλυμπία / Olumpía; Ὄλυμπος / Ólumpos).

    Artist’s concept of ancient Olympia.
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    Ivory and gold statue of Zeus at Olympia, by sculptor Pheidias,
    once considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.

    Chapter 21 - The Man from Ag. and Fish


    In the silence that followed, M said, rather testily, 'Well, Mr. Franklin, what have you in mind?'

    The man from Ag. and Fish, had no intention of being pushed about by someone, however grand and hush-hush, from another Ministry. He bent and dug again into his brief-case. He came up with several papers. He selected one, a newspaper cutting. He said,' I don't expect you gentlemen have time to read much of the agricultural news in the paper, but this is from the Daily Telegraph of early December. I won't read it all. It's from their agricultural correspondent, good man by the name of Thomas. These are the headlines: "CONCERN OVER TURKEYS. FLOCKS RAVAGED BY FOWL PEST". Then it goes on: "Supplies of turkeys to the Christmas market may be hit by recent fowl pest outbreaks which have resulted in large numbers of birds being slaughtered..." and further down, "Figures available show that 218,000 birds have been slaughtered... last year, total supplies for the Christmas market were estimated at between 3,700,000 and 4,000,000 birds, so much will depend now on the extent of further fowl pest outbreaks."'

    Mr. Franklin put the cutting down. He said seriously, 'That news was only the tip of the iceberg. We managed to keep later details out of the press. But I can tell you this, gentlemen. Within the past four weeks or so we have slaughtered three million turkeys. And that's only the beginning of it. Fowl pest is running wild in East Anglia and there are also signs of it in Hampshire, where a lot of turkey-raising goes on. What you ate at lunch today was almost certainly a foreign bird. We allowed the import of two million from America to cover this position up.'

    M said sourly, 'Well, so far as I'm concerned, I don't care if I never eat another turkey again. However, I see you've had quite a problem on your hands. But to get back to our case. Where do we go from turkeys?'

    Franklin was not amused. He said, 'We have one clue. All the birds that died first were exhibited at the National Poultry Show at Olympia early this month. Olympia had been cleared and cleaned out for the next exhibition before we had reached that conclusion, and we could find no trace on the premises of the virus - Fowl Pest is a virus, by the way, highly infectious, with a mortality of one hundred per cent. Now then' - he held up a stout white pamphlet with the insignia of the United States on it - 'how much do you gentlemen know about Biological Warfare?'
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    Chapter 22 - Something Called 'BW'

    FRANKLIN BEGAN reading in an even, expository tone of voice, frequently stopping to explain a point or when he skipped irrelevant passages.

    'This section,' he said, 'is headed "Biological Warfare Weapons and Defense". This is how it goes on:
    '"Biological Warfare,' he read, 'is often referred to as bacteriological, bacterial, or germ warfare but it is preferred over those terms because it includes all micro-organisms, insects and other pests, and toxic products of plant and animal life. The Army lists five groups of BW agents, including certain chemical compounds used to inhibit or destroy plant growth:

    Micro-organisms (bacteria, viruses, rickettsiae, fungi, protozoa).
    Toxins (microbial, animal, plant).
    Vectors of disease (arthropods (insects and acarids), birds and animals).
    Pests (of animals and crops).
    Chemical anti-crop compounds (plant-growth inhibitors, herbicides, defoliants).

    '"Biological Warfare agents, like Chemical Warfare agents, vary in lethality, making it possible to select an agent best suited to accomplish the objective desired, whether it be temporary incapacity with little after-effects or serious illness and many deaths. There are some important differences between BW and CW other than their scientific classifications. BW agents have an incubation period of days, sometimes weeks' - (Franklin looked up. 'See what I mean about Olympia?') - 'which produces a lag in their action while CW weapons usually bring reactions within a few seconds to a few hours. CW agents are easier to detect than BW agents, and identification of the latter could often be too late to permit effective counter-measures.' (Franklin again looked significantly at his audience) '... BW agents theoretically are more dangerous, weight for weight, than CW agents, though this advantage may be cancelled because of loss of virulence by BW agents under exposure."'
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    M said, 'Thank you, Mr Franklin. Am I right in thinking that you conclude that this man Blofeld is mounting Biological Warfare against this country?'

    'Yes.' Franklin was definite. 'I am.'

    'And how do you work that out? It seems to me he's doing exactly the opposite - or rather it would if I didn't know something about the man. Anyway, what are your deductions?'

    Franklin reached over and pointed to the red cross he had made over East Anglia. 'That was my first clue. The girl, Polly Tasker, who left this Gloria place over a month ago, came from somewhere round here where you'll see from the symbols that there's the greatest concentration of turkey farmers. She suffered from an allergy against turkeys. She came back inspired to improve the breed. Within a week of her return, we have the biggest outbreak of fowl pest affecting turkeys in the history of England.'

    Leathers suddenly slapped his thigh. 'By God, I think you've got it, Franklin! Go on!'

    'Now' - Franklin turned to Bond - 'when this officer took a look into the laboratory up there he saw rack upon rack of test-tubes containing what he describes as "a cloudy liquid". How would it be if those were viruses, Fowl Pest, anthrax, God knows what all? The report mentions that the laboratory was lit with a dim red light. That would be correct. Virus cultures suffer from exposure to bright light. And how would it be if before this Polly girl left she was given an aerosol spray of the right stuff and told that this was some kind of turkey elixir - a tonic to make them grow fatter and healthier. Remember that stuff about "improving the breed" in the hypnosis talk? And suppose she was told to go to Olympia for the Show, perhaps even take a job for the meeting as a cleaner or something, and just casually spray this aerosol here and there among the prize birds. It wouldn't be bigger than one of those shaving-soap bombs. That'd be, quite enough. She'd been told to keep it secret, that it was patent stuff. Perhaps even that she'd be given shares hi the company if the tonic proved the success this man Blofeld claimed it would. It'd be quite easy to do. She'd just wander round the cages - perhaps she was even given a special purse to carry the thing in - lean up against the wire and psst! the job would be done. Easy as falling off a log. All right, if you'll go along with me so far, she was probably told to do the job on one of the last two days of the show, so that the effects wouldn't be seen too soon. Then, at the end of the show, all the prize birds are dispersed back to their owners all over England. And that's that! And' - he paused -'mark you, that was that. Three million birds dead and still dying all over the place, and a great chunk of foreign currency coughed up by the Treasury to replace them.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Live and Let Die, Guy Hamilton, 1973.
    Olympia Brass Band of New Orleans, Jazz Funeral Procession
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    Olympia Brass Band, New Orleans, 1982.

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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Licence to Kill, John Glen, 1989.
    Filming location: Otomi Ceremonial Center, Toluca, Estado de México, Mexico
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    (Olympiatec Meditation Institute)
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  • CommanderRossCommanderRoss The bottom of a pitch lake in Eastern Trinidad, place called La Brea
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    Bless your heart!
  • Agent_99Agent_99 enjoys a spirited ride as much as the next girl
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    Bless your heart!

    It's a reflex, isn't it? I, too, cannot help saying this whenever I see him.
  • j_w_pepperj_w_pepper Born on the bayou. I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'.
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    Yeah, same here. I was about to post it when I saw the picture and noticed only then that CommanderRoss had been quicker.
  • CommanderRossCommanderRoss The bottom of a pitch lake in Eastern Trinidad, place called La Brea
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    It's terrible but absolutely true. As if we've all bene brainwashed.
  • j_w_pepperj_w_pepper Born on the bayou. I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'.
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    We have.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Olympic / Ὀλυμπιάς / ō·lĭm′·pĭk / noun
    1. related to Mount Olympus, Greece
    2. related to Olympia, Greece
    3. related to the Olympic Games

    Latin (Olympicus, from Olympus). Greek (Olympikós).

    Olympic Games: originally an ancient Greek festival and sporting competition to honor Zeus. A truce remained in effect during the events, ensuring safe travel between other cities and Olympia. The games occurred as an olympiad, meaning every 4 years. The winners received wreaths or crowns made of olive leafs. Over time the events included running, combat, and the pentathlon--five events of running, the long jump, the discus throw, the javelin throw, wrestling. The activity also attracted artists and sculptors using the venue for their business. As did politicians. Thought to have begun circa 776 BC. and to continue under Roman rule until AD 393--stopped by emperor Theodosius, as Greek gods came into conflict with Christianity.
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    With the Greek War of Independence and the Ottoman Empire's end, Greece reestablished the Olympic Games 1859, Athens. The Panathenaic Stadium was restored to host future iterations. Eventual first Olympic Games under the International Olympic Committee took hold in 1896. The IOC began the movement of games to other cities, first with Paris.

    1896 Panathenaic Stadium.
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    1906 .
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    Modern day.
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    Winter Olympics for snow and ice sports began 1908 and 1920 as part of the Summer Olympics. The first dedicated Winter Olympic Games commenced 1924 in Chamonix, France, the same year as Summer Games held 3 months later. From 1992 the Winter Games offset the Summer Games by two years.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    From Russia With Love, Ian Fleming, 1957.
    Chapter 3 – Post-Graduate Studies


    `So you would like to work in the Soviet Union, Mister Grant?'

    It was half an hour later and the M.G.B. colonel was bored with the interview. He thought that he had extracted from this rather unpleasant British soldier every military detail that could possibly be of interest. A few polite phrases to repay the man for the rich haul of secrets his dispatch bags had yielded, and then the man could go down to the cells and in due course be shipped off to Vorkuta or some other labour camp.

    `Yes, I would like to work for you.'

    `And what work could you do, Mister Grant? We have plenty of unskilled labour. We do not need truck-drivers and,' the colonel smiled fleetingly, `if there is any boxing to be done we have plenty of men who can box. Two possible Olympic champions among them, incidentally.'

    `I am an expert at killing people. I do it very well. I like it.'
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    You Only Live Twice, Ian Fleming, 1964.
    Part One – Chapter 1 – Scissors Cut Paper



    The two fists were raised - one, two, forward!

    Tiger had kept to his Stone. Bond had wrapped it up with the Paper. First game to Bond.

    The second game lasted longer. They both kept on showing the same symbol, which meant a replay. It was as if the two players were getting the measure of each other's psychology. But that could not be so, since Bond had no psychological intent. He continued to play at random. It was just luck. Tiger won the game. One all.

    Last game! The two contestants looked at each other. Bond's smile was bland, rather mocking. A glint of red shone in the depths of Tiger's dark eyes. Bond saw it and said to himself, 'I would be wise to lose. Or would I?' He won the game in two straight goes, blunting Tiger's Scissors with his Stone, wrapping Tiger's Stone with his Paper.

    Tiger bowed low. Bond bowed even lower. He sought for a throwaway remark. He said, 'I must get this game adopted in time for your Olympics. I would certainly be chosen to play for my country.'

    Tiger Tanaka laughed with controlled politeness. 'You play with much insight. What was the secret of your method?'

    Bond had had no method. He quickly invented the one that would be most polite to Tiger. 'You are a man of rock and steel, Tiger. I guessed that the paper symbol would be the one you would use the least. I played accordingly.'

    This bit of mumbo-jumbo got by. Tiger bowed. Bond bowed and drank more sake, toasting Tiger. Released from the tension, the geisha applauded and the Madame instructed Trembling Leaf to give Bond another kiss. She did so. How soft the skins of Japanese women were! And their touch was almost weightless! James Bond was plotting the rest of his night when Tiger said, 'Bondo-san, I have matters to discuss with you. Will you do me the honour of coming to my house for a nightcap?'

    Bond immediately put away his lascivious thoughts. According to Dikko, to be invited to a Japanese private house was a most unusual sign of favour. So, for some reason, he had done right to win this childish game. This might mean great things. Bond bowed. 'Nothing would give me more pleasure, Tiger.'
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    For Your Eyes Only, John Glen, 1981.

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    Bond: Olympic has a flight at eleven. It should be safe to go to the airport now. Are you all right?

    Melina: I'm fine, really.

    Bond: Are you going back to your father's ship?

    Melina: Yes, I'm continuing his work, but this business is still unfinished.

    Bond: What business?

    Melina: The man who paid Gonzales.

    Bond: The Chinese have a saying: "Before setting out on revenge, you first dig two graves."

    Melina: I don't expect you to understand. You're English, but I'm half Greek.
    And Greek women, like Electra...always avenge their loved ones. I must go.
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    Ferrara: I have a reliable Greek contact here, an Anglophile. He helped us out last year on a smuggling operation.

    Bond: What's he doing in Cortina?

    Ferrara: He--spends a few months a year here at his chalet. He's in shipping, insurance, oil exploration. Knows everything going on. Very reliable. The British gave him the King's Medal for resistance fighting during the war.

    Yes, but can I meet him?

    Ferrara: I've set it up. He is waiting for us at the Olympic ice rink.
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    Kristatos: Kristatos. Ari Kristatos.

    Bond: Bond. James Bond.

    Kristatos: Would you care to join me in some gluhwein?

    Bond: That's a very good idea. Thank you.

    Kristatos: Well, gentlemen, how can I help you?

    Bond: We'd like some information.

    Kristatos: My protege. A sure winner...in the next Olympics. She's completely absorbed in her skating...but innocent in the ways of the world. The day she wins the gold medal...will be the greatest in my life. Bibi, here are some new admirers for you. Mr. Bond, Mr. Ferrara, Bibi Dahl...and her coach, Jacoba Brink, once a world-class skater herself.

    Bond: I've seen Miss Brink skate.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Die Another Day, Lee Tamahori, 2002.
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    Reporter: You seem to work 24/7. Is it true that you don't need sleep?

    Graves: You only get one shot at life. Why waste it on sleep?

    Reporter: Aren't you trying out for a place on the British Olympic fencing team? We hear you've been training furiously.

    Graves: I never get furious. As they say in fencing, "What's the point?"
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    Verity: Do you mind? I think I've come undone.

    Bond: Why not?

    Man: Hit. Positions. Play.

    Verity: Feast your eyes on the finest blade in the club.

    Bond: Gustav Graves?

    Verity: Mmm-mmm. His publicist, Miranda Frost. My protege. Gorgeous, isn't she?
    She took the gold at Sydney.

    Bond: By default, if I remember.

    Verity: Default?

    Bond: The one who beat her OD'd on steroids.

    Verity: Miranda deserved that gold. Now she's teaching Graves how to win one. He only plays for cash. He's won so much, nobody else wants to fight him. You wanna meet him?

    Bond: Absolutely.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Skyfall, Sam Mendes, 2012.

    Olympic Arms K23B Tactical.
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    IMFDB: Eve (Naomie Harris) uses an Olympic Arms K23B Tactical with a FAB defense "GL-Shock" stock, a smooth match-styled handguard, and a red dot sight during the train chase sequence in Turkey. If you look close enough, you can see the birdcage flash hider is upside down.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Happy & Glorious, Danny Boyle, 2012.

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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Olympic-sized pool: the long course, 164 feet (50 meters) long, for swimming competitions.

    Also: a rough unit of volume approximating one (1) microliter.

    From Wikipedia:
    Physical property / Specified value
    Length - 50.000+0.030 −0.000 m[2]
    Width - 25.0 m[2]
    Depth - 2.0 m (6 ft 7 in) minimum, 3.0 m (9 ft 10 in) recommended.[2]
    Number of lanes - 10
    Lane width - 2.5 m (8 ft 2 in)
    Water temperature - 25–28 °C (77–82 °F)
    Light intensity minimum - 1500 lux (140 footcandles)
    Volume - 2,500,000 L (550,000 imp gal; 660,000 US gal), assuming a nominal depth of 2 m.
    Volume - 2,500 meters square (88,000 cu ft) in cubic units.
    Volume - About 2 acre-feet.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Goldfinger, Ian Fleming, 1959.
    Chapter 3 – The Man with Agoraphobia


    THE FLAPPING of the curtains wakened Bond. He threw off the single sheet and walked across the thick pile carpet to the picture window that filled the whole of one wall. He drew back the curtains and went out on to the sun-filled balcony.

    The black and white chequer-board tiles were warm, almost hot to the feet although it could not yet be eight o'clock. A brisk inshore breeze was blowing off the sea, straining the flags of all nations that flew along the pier of the private yacht basin. The breeze was humid and smelt strongly of the sea. Bond guessed it was the breeze that the visitors like, but the residents hate. It would rust the metal fittings in their homes, fox the pages of their books, rot their wallpaper and pictures, breed damp-rot in their clothes.

    Twelve storeys down the formal gardens, dotted with palm trees and beds of bright croton and traced with neat gravel walks between avenues of bougainvillaea, were rich and dull. Gardeners were working, raking the paths and picking up leaves with the lethargic slow motion of coloured help. Two mowers were at work on the lawns and, where they had already been, sprinklers were gracefully flinging handfuls of spray.

    Directly below Bond, the elegant curve of the Cabana Club swept down to the beach - two storeys of changing-rooms below a flat roof dotted with chairs and tables and an occasional red and white striped umbrella. Within the curve was the brilliant green oblong of the Olympic-length swimming-pool fringed on all sides by row upon row of mattressed steamer chairs on which the customers would soon be getting their fifty-dollar-a-day sunburn. White-jacketed men were working among them, straightening the lines of chairs, turning the mattresses and sweeping up yesterday's cigarette butts. Beyond was the long, golden beach and the sea, and more men - raking the tideline, putting up the umbrellas, laying out mattresses. No wonder the neat card inside Bond's wardrobe had said that the cost of the Aloha Suite was two hundred dollars a day. Bond made a rough calculation. If he was paying the bill, it would take him just three weeks to spend his whole salary for the year. Bond smiled cheerfully to himself. He went back into the bedroom, picked up the telephone and ordered himself a delicious, wasteful breakfast, a carton of king-size Chesterfields and the newspapers.

    By the time he had shaved and had an ice-cold shower and dressed it was eight o'clock. He walked through into the elegant sitting-room and found a waiter in a uniform of plum and gold laying out his breakfast beside the window. Bond glanced at the Miami Herald. The front page was devoted to yesterday's failure of an American ICBM at the nearby Cape Canaveral and a bad upset in a big race at Hialeah.

    Bond dropped the paper on the floor and sat down and slowly ate his breakfast and thought about Mr. Du Pont and Mr. Goldfinger.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
    Chapter 1 - Seascape with Figures


    IT WAS one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.

    The five-mile promenade of Royale-les-Eaux, backed by trim lawns emblazoned at intervals with tricolour beds of salvia, alyssum and lobelia, was bright with nags and, on the longest beach in the north of France, the gay bathing tents still marched prettily down to the tide-line in big, money-making battalions. Music, one of those lilting accordion waltzes, blared from the loudspeakers around the Olympic-size piscine and, from time to time, echoing above the music, a man's voice announced over the public address system that Philippe Bertrand, aged seven, was looking for his mother, that Yolande Lefevre was waiting for her friends below the dock at the entrance, or that a Madame Dufours was demanded on the telephone. From the beach, particularly from the neighbourhood of the three playground enclosures -'Joie de Vivre', 'Helio' and 'Azur' - came a twitter of children's cries that waxed and waned with the thrill of their games and, farther out, on the firm sand left by the now distant sea, the shrill whistle of the physical-fitness instructor marshalled his teenagers through the last course of the day.

    It was one of those beautiful, naive seaside panoramas for which the Brittany and Picardy beaches have provided the setting - and inspired their recorders, Boudin, Tissot, Monet - ever since the birth of plages and bains de mer more than a hundred years ago.

    To James Bond, sitting in one of the concrete shelters with his face to the setting sun, there was something poignant, ephemeral about it all. It reminded him almost too vividly of childhood - of the velvet feel of the hot powder sand, and the painful grit of wet sand between young toes when the time came for him to put his shoes and socks on, of the precious little pile of sea-shells and interesting wrack on the sill of his bedroom window ('No, we'll have to leave that behind, darling. It'll dirty up your trunk!'), of the small crabs scuttling away from the nervous fingers groping beneath the seaweed in the rock-pools, of the swimming and swimming and swimming through the dancing waves - always in those days, it seemed, lit with sunshine - and then the infuriating, inevitable 'time to come out'. It was all there, his own childhood, spread out before him to have another look at. What a long time ago they were, those spade-and-bucket days! How far he had come since the freckles and the Cadbury milk-chocolate Flakes and the fizzy lemonade! Impatiently Bond lit a cigarette, pulled his shoulders out of their slouch and slammed the mawkish memories back into their long-closed file. Today he was a grown-up, a man with years of dirty, dangerous memories - a spy. He was not sitting in this concrete hideout to sentimentalize.about a pack of scrubby, smelly children on a beach scattered with bottle-tops and lolly-sticks and fringed by a sea thick with sun-oil and putrid with the main drains of Royale. He was here, he had chosen to be here, to spy. To spy on a woman.

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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Honorable mention for the closest to Olympic length.
    Skyfall, Sam Mendes, 2012.
    Location: Virgin Active Canary Riverside Club, West Ferry Circus in Canary Wharf, E14.
    (as the Shanghai hotel with rooftop pool, 20 meters.
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