Doctor No said, in the same soft resonant voice, 'You are right, Mister Bond., That is just what I am, a maniac. All the greatest men are maniacs. They are possessed by a mania which drives them forward towards their goal. The great scientists, the philosophers, the religious leaders -- all maniacs. What else but a blind singleness of purpose could have given focus to their genius, would have kept them in the groove of their purpose? Mania, my dear Mister Bond, is as priceless as genius. Dissipation of energy, fragmentation of vision, loss of momentum, the lack of follow-through -- these are the vices of the herd.' Doctor No sat slightly back in his chair., 'I do not possess these vices. I am, as you correctly say, a maniac -- a maniac, Mister Bond, with a mania for power. That' -- the black holes glittered blankly at Bond through the contact lenses -- 'is the meaning of my life. That is why I am here. That is why you are here. That is why here exists.'----------------
Listening to: Holmes - Let Go
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2 comments:
Too much Bond. Abandoned the feed.
Anonymous: Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Buh-bye.
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