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                                                            • "You don't understand." Bond tried to find words that she would believe. "Of course anyone can see your nose is broken. But since this morning I've hardly noticed it. When you look at a person you look into their eyes or at their mouth. That's where the expressions are. A broken nose isn't any more significant than a crooked ear. Noses and ears are bits of face-furniture. Some are prettier than others, but they're not nearly as important as the rest. They're part of the background of the face. If you had a beautiful nose as well as the rest of you you'd be the most beautiful girl in Jamaica."The voice of the Tannoy said, 'Attention, please. Passengers on Swissair Flight Number 110 for London, please assemble at gate Number 2. Swissair Flight Number 110 for London. Passengers to gate Number 2, please.'

                                                              "Okay then, miss. Can we come inside, please? It sure is wetter'n hell out here."

                                                                                                                        • In the beginning, Falk did both the drawing and the writing himself. "Then for a long time I used to make rough sketches and give them to my artists," he recalls. "Now I just give a description of each panel. I might say 'close-up' or 'long shot' like you do in a film. Then I put in the dialogue. … Some of my early artists are dead. They've gone on to their reward — to that big bar up in the sky, where all artists go. … Now there's one group drawing my strips on Long Island, and another one on Cape Cod. Very often I don't see them from one year to the next. Collaboration works best that way."

                                                                                                                          The dealer dealt and handled the stakes with unruffled smoothness. There was no talk at the table except when a player ordered a 'courtesy' drink or cigarettes from one of the waitresses in black silk pyjamas who circulated in the central space inside the ring of tables. From this central space, the run of the play was watched over by two tough lynx-eyed pit-bosses with guns at their waists.At breakfast, Lord L. requested that his daughters would be ready to accompany him to town, on an early day which he named.

                                                                                                                                                                                    • Need proof? Think of the last time you were withsomeone who stood with her arms crossed, tappingher foot and looking annoyed, and then huffed the words"I'm fine." Which clues did you believe—the words orthe body language and tone of voice? Physical messagesoften send a much louder message than spoken words.Vesper looked at him gratefully through her tears. 'You really promise?' she asked. 'I thought you would never forgive me. I . . . I'll try and make it up to you. Somehow.' She looked at him.

                                                                                                                                                                                      AND INDIA.