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Background:

• For Your Eyes Only is a short story compilation first published in 1960.

Short Stories:

• A View to a Kill
• For Your Eyes Only
• Quantum of Solace
• Risico
• The Hildebrand Rarity

Story of Quantum of Solace:
James Bond said : "I've always thought that if I ever married I'd marry an air hostess." The party had been sticky, and now that two guests had left accompanied by the ADC to catch their plane, the governor and Bond were together on s chintzy sofa in the large Office of Works furnished drawing-room, trying to make conversation. Bond had a sharp sense of the ridiculous. He preferred to sit up in a solidly upholstered armed chair with his feet firmly on the ground. And he felt foolish sitting with an elderly bachelor on his bed of rose chintz gazing at the coffee and liqueurs on the low table between their outstretched feet. There was something clueable, intimate, even rather femine, about the scene and none of these atmospheres was appropriate.

Bond didn't like Nassau. Everyone was too rich. The winter visitors and residents who had houses on the island talked of nothing but their money, their diseases and their servent problems. they didn't even gossip well. There was nothing to gossip about. The winter crowd were all too old to have love affairs and, like most rich people, too cautious to say anything malicious about their neighbours. The Harvey Millers, the couple who had just left, were typical-a pleasant rather dull Canadian millionaire who had got into Natural Gas early on and stayed with it, and his pretty chatterbox of a wife. It seemed that she was English. She had sat next to Bond and chatted vivaciously about "what shows he had recently seen in town" and "didn't he think the Savory Grill was the nicest place for supper. One saw so many interesting people-actresses and people like that". Bond had done his best, but since he had not seen a play for two years, and then only because the man he was following in Vienna had gone to it, he had had to rely on rather dusty memories of London night life which somehow failed to marry up with the expirences of Mrs Harvey Miller. Bond knew that the governor had asked him to dinner only as a dutynabd perhaps to help out with the Hatvey Millers.