Just completed Ian Fleming’s Casino Royale last night. An interesting read.

Not the best thriller I’ve read, but pretty good. The best section  of the novel, for me, was this chapter towards the latter end of the book where Bond gets all philosophical. After almost being made to sing like a Castrato for the rest of his life from his arch rival , but saved obviously, he starts to analyse the blurred line between good and evil. A Russian spy might be a villain to him, but from their perspective Bond would be the villain.

True, nothings black and White. There’s always shades of grey. Even literally— If you take anything — B/W photography, B/W movies etc etc.. there is always shades of grey. Pretty much like life itself (figuratively speaking that is).

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