Of Thackeray I will speak again when I record his death.
"Okay then, miss. Can we come inside, please? It sure is wetter'n hell out here."
Bond walked on to where Hawker, a long blade of grass dangling from his wry lips, was standing on the fairway watching the shot finish. Bond smiled bitterly at him. He said in a controlled voice, 'Is my good friend in the bunker, or is the bastard on the green?'
"Listen, you Bond person…"
M's secretary was still at her desk. There was a plate of sandwiches and a glass of milk beside her typewriter. She looked sharply at Bond, but there was nothing to be read in his expression.
None of these things bore, or had ever borne, any name-tags or initials.
For one day shine a blessing to my Country,
“I guess that’s everyone, then. Caballo is going to be psyched.”
Bond's body shattered the mirror of the dawn sea like a bomb.
"That's settled then." M's voice was final. "And what about something bigger?"
Chapter 5 A Crisis in My Mental History. One Stage Onward
After the election of 1864, Lincoln's word had been "a common cause, a common interest, and a common country." The invocation in this last inaugural is based upon the understanding that there is again a common country and that in caring for those who have been in the battle and in the binding up of the wounds, there is to be no distinction between the men of the grey and those of the blue.