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James Bond—arch-enemy of SMERSH, subjugator of the master fiends Goldfinger and Dr. No, has been brainwashed by Soviet captors into becoming the tool of Russia’s K.G.B. Secret agent is deliberately setting out to perpetrate an act of treachery against the British Secret. Title: The Man with the Golden Gun Author: Fleming, Ian [Ian Lancaster] ( ) Date of first publication: Edition used as base for. MACMILLAN READERS. UPPER LEVEL. IAN FLEMING. The Man with the Golden Gun. Retold by Helen Holwill. MACMILLAN.


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Advertisement Of the above, the first seems best supported by empirical evidence. Not that Fleming is necessarily rooting for it to find a post-colonial identity. Bond speaks of it condescendingly, and every element of the old Jamaica he encounters makes him nostalgic for the time before.

But the adventure itself is weirdly straightforward, yet still a little farfetched even by Bond standards: Bond is sent to kill the eponymous villain, a man named Scaramanga, but finds him presiding over a society of villains that includes commies and assorted Mafiosi. Bond has grown more nuanced, and more troubled by his adventures, throughout the series. But he still views the world as his to consume, from its food to its women. Shall we? She jerked round the hand she caressed its outstretched fingers with her hands and arms and then, with well-acted swooning motions, climbed into the palm of the hand and proceeded to perform languorous, but explicit and ingenious, acts of passion with each finger in turn.

The scene, the black hand, now shining with her oil and seeming to clutch at the squirming white body was of an incredible lewdness, and Bond, himself aroused, noticed that even Scaramanga was watching with rapt attention, his eyes narrow slits. The drummer had now worked up to his crescendo.

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The girl, in well-simulated ecstasy, mounted the thumb, slowly expired upon it, and then, with a last grind of her rump, slid down it and vanished through the exit. The act was over. Throughout the book, Fleming teases the notion that Scaramanga doubles as a dark mirror image of Bond.

He has a vastly different origin story—something ridiculous involving the death of a beloved elephant—but the two proceed through life in much the same way. But only one of them is a state-sanctioned agent ostensibly on the side of the angels.

Unfortunately, like much of the book, the parallel has been sketched in pencil. This way, sir. Do wn the hatchway, please. Good evening, sir. Would you follow me, please?

What with the Chinese on one side and the US fleet on the other, down here's the only place in Hong Kong you can't be bugged. And with current real-estate prices in Hong Kong, quite practical. Any luck? A Chinese fighter we salvaged. Good evening,. Glad to see you're still with us.

Lieutenant Hip. But l should report, sir, that Scaramanga does not have a contract on me.

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He couldn't have missed me tonight. Our missing solar-energy expert: Gibson. He was prepared to come back under certain conditions. That's why l'm here with Professor Frazier. Lieutenant Hip was making a preliminary contact.

Was Gibson cooperative? He wanted to bargain for immunity. Suggested another meeting in Bangkok. That name's come up before. A multimillionaire. Head of Hai Fat Enterprises.

All legitimate, as far as we know. What did Gibson propose bargaining with? A solex. So you've told me. Coal and oil will soon be depleted.

Uranium's too dangerous. Geothermal and tidal control too expensive. The essential unit to convert radiation from the sun into electricity on an industrial basis. This is exciting!

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May l see it, Lieutenant? He showed it to me at the bar and replaced it in his pocket. And after he was shot, it wasn't there. Gentlemen, l congratulate you. One lead, sir. Assuming Gibson was killed by Scaramanga, whoever hired him could afford a million dollars.

Out of petty cash. A thought has occurred to me. That gives me an idea as to how to approach him. Q, l'll You'll take Miss Goodnight with you.

Thank you, sir. You won't get near Hai Fat. He lives in a house on a mountain surrounded by guards. No way! The place is crawling with guards. Have a look.

Hai Fat takes his privacy very seriously. Good morning. How's the water? Why don't you come in and find out? There's only one problem. Neither have l.

What are you doing here? Get out!

Please forgive me, Mr Scaramanga. Excuse me, Chew Mee. You understand my surprise. We were never to meet, Mr Scaramanga. Some cults consider it a sign of invulnerability and great sexual prowess. Why are you here? Without being immodest, there are few people in this part of the world who don't. And there are very few people who haven't heard of Bond. British Secret Service, licensed to kill.

He's good, even by my standards. The man's a menace. He knows something. Are you suggesting l invest another million to remove him? That's up to you. Since you have chosen to meet me, perhaps you will dine here tonight. Ling Po, see this gentleman out. Don't tell me you saw him?! He even invited me to dinner. He must have found me quite titillating. And l do not intend to allow Mr Bond to shorten it. Please hurry back. A midnight snack might be just the thing.

And everything else warm, l trust. And everything else warm?! Hai Fat's is on the way. The name's Scaramanga. Mr Fat is expecting me. A pleasant evening. Get him! Come on! Stop it! Not here. This is my home. Take Mr Bond to school. Definitely heaven. Are you all right? Stand back, girls. Forgot to tell you! Their father runs a karate school. Hang on! What you might call a Mexican screw-up, gentlemen!

Pretty lady, bahts. Pretty lady, real elephant. Missy, yesa! Bargain, mister. Real elephant. You are very handsome man. For you, mister, bahts. Sonny, l'll give you bahts if you can make this heap go any faster. Goddamn little brown water hog! Oh, what's the matter, JW, huh? You just try that in my bayou, boy! Oh, look, JW.

We're Democrats, Maybelle. You pointy-heads has no more idea of traffic control than a gooney bird! Get your cotton-picking schnoz out of my pants. Hear now? Boy, you is ugly. Where are you? What do they teach in that school? Ballet dancing? You underestimated him. Even my influence doesn't extend into the British Secret Service. Take this. Return it to the plant and don't leave there without my permission. May l remind you that you work for me. Nothing more. Bond doesn't know you're in Bangkok.

He's never seen you, but he knows me. That's the problem. That's no problem. What happened? Mr Fat has just resigned. He always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it. Sorry about that, darling. Still no sign of Hai Fat. Every inquiry gets a polite Oriental brushoff. With the compliments.

Oh, not the wine. Your frock. Tight in all the right places. Not too many buttons. Standard uniform for Southeast Asia. The buttons are down the back. Designed by Q, no doubt. One of them's a suicide pill, l suppose. But the bottom one has a homer in it.

How original. A toast. Per o ra e per il mo mento che verra. Who knows where you and l will be this time next year? Opposite sides of the world, most likely.

That's too far apart. Now, if Hip doesn't come up with a lead, there's really nothing very much for us to do tonight. Or is there? Oh, darling, l'm tempted.

But killing a few hours as one of your passing fancies isn't quite my scene. What a pleasant surprise. My hard-to-get act didn't last very long, did it? James, l thought this would never happen. Don't move! Miss Anders! That's why l use the old three-pillow trick. Please believe me. Well, your concern for my wellbeing is touching, but puzzles me. We've been through that routine. He's a monster. Then leave him. You don't walk out on Scaramanga. Who do you think sent that bullet to London with your number on it?

And it wasn't easy getting his fingerprint on the note. Forgive me if l've been slow on the uptake. Don't you see you're the only man in the world who can kill him? Now, what gives you that idea? The way Scaramanga speaks about you. Name your price.

Anything, l'll pay it. You can have me too, if you like. At last you're starting to tell the truth. Ever heard of one? Perhaps you can have that too. You're late. What are you doing? Putting my jewellery away. You can come out now. You mean l've been in here for two hours? All in the line of duty. Goodnight, don't let us down. The Service needs women like you.

Well, obviously you don't!

Forgive me, darling. Your turn will come, l promise. As soon as she brings me that solex. James, you must be good. We'll find out about that the next time l meet her. She's making the arrangements. Sorry l'm late. Bangkok traffic's worse than Piccadilly. He's made contact. Meet you outside. Did you bring it? Darling, l left it in your handbag. Without the ticket, we can't get a receipt. You won't find it in there, Mr Bond. Look behind you. A gun in a bag of peanuts.

What will they think of next? My name is Scaramanga. You've a strange way of showing gratitude. A mistress cannot serve two masters. A difficult shot, but most gratifying. Well, we, er Mine have always been guns, Mr Bond. When l was a boy l was brought up in a circus. My only real friend was a magnificent African bull elephant. One day his handler mistreated him and he went berserk. Bleeding, dying, he came and found me. Stood on one leg - his best trick - picked me up and put me on his back.

The man emptied the gun into his eye. You see, Mr Bond, l always thought l liked animals. Then l discovered that l liked killing people even more. Keep this. Whatever you do, don't lose it. Same one l saw at the Bottoms Up. The girl is dead.

Call the police! Forget the girl. She's replaceable. And l shall find what she stole from me. Personally, l have nothing against you, so let's hope our paths never cross again. Please don't try to follow me. Your peanut-toting friend back there wouldn't like it. No, he wouldn't. You want to try one of mine? She must be by the car. Oh, no. And l've got the solex too. Stay in there, Goodnight. We've got you spotted.

What the hell is goin' on?! You're that secret agent.

That English secret agent from England. You're chasin' somebody. Who are you after this time, boy? Let's go get 'em! Pull your cars over, you little brown pointy-heads!

Are yo u still there? Can you hear me? All right, Goodnight. Don't panic. Yo u call my wife at the Narai Ho tel and tell her l'm o n a missio n. Which car are we all chasin', boy? Move it! Get that piece of junk off of the road. They went left, boy.

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Press that pedal, boy. Where the hell have they got to? You goofed, boy. Nearest bridge is two miles back. What the What's goin' on? What the hell are you doin' now, boy? The bridge is that way! You're not thinking of? Ever heard of Evel Knievel? Neither have l, actually. Let's go get 'em, boy! You stay put, boy. This is my department. Glad to see you boys on the ball! Here's my identification.

Law Enforcement Association, American Legion. Me and my partner here, we're on a secret mission. What the hell you doing? Give me my wallet back. You can't do this to me. Take these goddamn bracelets off! Police brutality.

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Goddamn it, l'm gonna get Henry Kissinger! Now look at me when l'm talkin' to ya, boy. What's the matter? Ain't none of you seen a plane before? James, are yo u still there? Can yo u hear me? That is really all there is to report, sir. So, if l heard correctly, Scaramanga got away. Yes, sir. Shut up. We found the car-plane abandoned about miles west of Bangkok.

Communications aren't getting the signal from the homer she has supplied by Q. They're simply not stepping up the reception to enable Oh, shut up, Q! Of all the fouled-up, half-witted operations! Our sector's here, and we're receiving her signal from somewhere off this coastline here. Now here it is on a much larger scale. That's where she is. That's all we need! Red Chinese waters. We could stray inadvertently into them, sir. Officially you won't know a thing about it, sir.

There's a small seaplane approaching your island. Do you want us to take action? No, please don't do anything. Yes, it's a No, he won't be leaving. Bo njo ur, Mo nsieur Bond. Still, beats a bag of peanuts. Monsieur Scaramanga will welcome you personally. Forgive me, Mr Bond. A vulgar display, but l couldn't resist it because l am so delighted to see you again. A harmless toy. We have so much in common and so much to discuss. We will never have this chance again. Ours is the loneliest profession, so let us spend a few pleasant hours together.

How can l refuse such a gracious invitation? Nick Nack, l expect you to surpass yourself. He's a cordon bleu, you know? By the way, where's Miss Goodnight? Oh, she's around here somewhere. She can't leave, so she does as she pleases. How do you like my island? A bit off the beaten track. A cosy arrangement. Nick Nack does for me very nicely. Usually there's just us two, but guests are no inconvenience. We're entirely self-supporting.

We have every electrical device you can think of.

This is an airlock, as you are doubtless aware. Automatic, of course. Naturally, we have an ample supply of electricity here.

Let me show you. This should run a few electric toothbrushes.He reached out a quick hand, wrapped in his handkerchief, and pocketed the buff envelope that said, "Scaramanga. We're Democrats, Maybelle. Dusk had crept into the big room and all he could see was a pale, tall outline. It'll all be done very gently.

One day his handler mistreated him and he went berserk.

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