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  • ThunderfingerThunderfinger Das Boot Hill
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    I was in Greece in 1988. I met an old German nazi there in a bank, he thought the guy behind the counter was a jew.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
    edited December 2017 Posts: 13,803
    Agent_99 wrote: »
    Ooh, good spot (and the Lockheed too)! I've been on the back of an Electra Glide; doubt I could even hold one upright by myself.
    I should give notice to @CommanderRoss to keep the aviation content straight. That's welcome here.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
    edited December 2017 Posts: 13,803
    Agent_99 wrote: »
    I'm re-reading OHMSS at the moment and there's a fair amount of Greek going on, from the 'herkos odonton' to Achilles' heel. I'll be on the lookout now!
    I'll stand by for items, and start with a quick one.

    Herkos odónton : χέρκος οδόντων - the barrier of teeth
    On Her Majesty's Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
    Chapter 5 - The Capu

    ...
    (How typical of Corsica, Bond thought, that their top bandit should bear the name of an angel! He remembered that two other famous Corsican gangsters had been called 'Gracieux' and 'Toussaint' - 'All-Saints'.) Marc-Ange spoke. He spoke excellent but occasionally rather clumsy English, as if he had been well taught but had little occasion to use the language. He said, 'My dear Commander, everything I am going to discuss with you will please remain behind your Herkos Odonton. You know the ex-pression? No?' The wide smile lit up his face. 'Then, if I may say so, your education was incomplete. It is from the classical Greek. It means literally "the hedge of the teeth".

    'It was the Greek equivalent of your "top secret". Is that agreed?'
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    It's suggested the phrase can be sourced to Homer's The Odyssey. Therein, Zeus cautions Athena to not freely share information--to not let it past the barrier (herkos) of teeth (odonton).
    (Counterintelligence Theory and Practice, Hank Prunckun, 2013.)

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    Odyssey, Book 5, Homer.
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    [1] Now Dawn arose from her couch from beside lordly Tithonus, to bear light to the immortals and to mortal men. And the gods were sitting down to council, and among them Zeus, who thunders on high, whose might is supreme. [5] To them Athena was recounting the many woes of Odysseus, as she called them to mind; for it troubled her that he abode in the dwelling of the nymph: “Father Zeus, and ye other blessed gods that are forever, never henceforward let sceptred king with a ready heart be kind and gentle, nor let him heed righteousness in his mind; [10] but let him ever be harsh, and work unrighteousness, seeing that no one remembers divine Odysseus of the people whose lord he was; yet gentle was he as a father. He verily abides in an island suffering grievous pains, in the halls of the nymph Calypso, who [15] keeps him perforce; and he cannot return to his own land, for he has at hand no ships with oars and no comrades to send him on his way over the broad back of the sea. And now again they are minded to slay his well-loved son on his homeward way; for he went in quest of tidings of his father [20] to sacred Pylos and to goodly Lacedaemon.” Then Zeus, the cloud-gatherer, answered her, and said: “My child, what a word has escaped the barrier of thy teeth! Didst thou not thyself devise this plan, that verily Odysseus might take vengeance on these men at his coming?

    The Odyssey of Homer, Homer, translated by William Cowper, 2008.
    Used a similar way.
    295 Telemachus! what word was that which leap’d
    296 The iv’ry guard(7) that should have fenced it in?

    (7) Ερκος οδοντων. Prior, alluding to this expression, ludicrously renders it—
    “When words like these in vocal breath
    Burst from his twofold hedge of teeth    .”
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
    edited January 2018 Posts: 13,803
    Achilles / Αχιλλεύς / əˈkɪlˌiz; əkilˈēzˌ/ noun
    1. in Greek Myth, the greatest warrior and leader of the Trojan War with a fatal flaw
    Also:
    Achilles heel: a personal flaw, weakness in character
    Also:
    Achilles tendon: running from heel to calf, subject to strain and tearing
    Also:
    Wrath of Achilles: overwhelming anger

    Greek (akhos as pain, grief; laos as the people, a people).

    Achilles: in myth the finest warrior and leader of the Greeks in the Trojan War. As a baby his mother dipped him in the magic waters of the river Styx, making him immortal excepting the heel by which she held him. In war he argues with King Agamemnon, and angers over the death of Patroclus.

    Venting his anger, the so-called wrath of Achilles causes such destruction that Homer mentions it in the opening passages of The Iliad. And the classic tale of war places victory alongside despair and personal defeat.

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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
    edited January 2018 Posts: 13,803
    The Iliad, Homer. Samuel Butler, translator.
    Book I

    The quarrel between Agamemnon and Achilles--Achilles withdraws
    from the war    , and sends his mother Thetis to ask Jove to help
    the Trojans--Scene between Jove and Juno on Olympus.

    Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought
    countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send
    hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and
    vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on
    which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell
    out with one another.
    Mother Thetis and Achilles at the river Styx.
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    Warrior Achilles argues with King Agamemnon.
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    Angers over the death of Patroclus.
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    In his wrath, Greek Achilles is victorious over Trojan Hector.
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    The death of Achilles.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
    Chapter 7 - The Hairy Heel of Achilles
    …
    'Naturally. And I'm sure there'd be no objection. But, even if Blofeld agreed to see me, how in hell could I play the part? This stuff is all double Dutch to me.' He smiled. 'I don't know the difference between a gule and a bezant and I've never been able to make out what a baronet is. What's my story to Blofeld? Who am I exactly?'

    Sable Basilisk was getting enthusiastic. He said cheerfully, 'Oh that'll be all right. I'll coach you in all the dope about the de Bleuvilles. You can easily mug up a few popular books on heraldry. It's not difficult to be impressive on the subject. Very few people know anything about it.'

    'Maybe. But this Blofeld is a pretty smart animal. He'll want the hell of a lot of credentials before he sees anyone but his lawyer and his banker. Who exactly am I?'

    'You think Blofeld's smart because you've seen the smart side of him,' said Sable Basilisk sapiently. 'I've seen hundreds of smart people from the City, industry, politics - famous people I've been quite frightened to meet when they walked into this room. But when it comes to snobbery, to buying respectability so to speak, whether it's the title they're going to choose or just a coat of arms to hang over their fire-places in Surbiton, they dwindle and dwindle in front of you' - he made a downward motion over his desk with his hand - 'until they're no bigger than homunculi. And the women are even worse. The idea of suddenly becoming a "lady" in their small community is so intoxicating that the way they bare their souls is positively obscene. It's as if' - Sable Basilisk furrowed his high, pale brow, seeking for a simile -'these fundamentally good citizens, these Smiths and Browns and Joneses and' - he smiled across the desk - 'Bonds, regarded the process of ennoblement as a sort of laying-on of hands, a way of ridding themselves of all the drabness of their lives, of all their, so to speak, essential meagreness, their basic inferiority. Don't worry about Blofeld. He has already swallowed the bait. He may be a tremendous gangster, and he must be from what I remember of the case. He may be tough and ruthless in his corner of human behaviour. But if he is trying to prove that he is the Comte de Bleuville, you can be sure of various things. He wants to change his name. That is obvious. He wants to become a new, a respectable personality. That is obvious too. But above all he wants to become a Count.' Sable Basilisk brought his hand flat down on his desk for emphasis. 'That, Mr Bond, is tremendously significant. He is a rich and successful man in his line of business - no matter what it is. He no longer admires the material things, riches and power. He is now 54, as I reckon it. He wants a new skin. I can assure you, Air Bond, that he will receive you, if we play our cards right that is, as if he were consulting his doctor about' - Sable Basilisk's aristocratic face took on an expression of distaste - 'as if he were consulting his doctor after contracting V.D.' Sable Basilisk's eyes were now compelling. He sat back in his chair and lit his first cigarette. The smell of Turkish tobacco drifted across to Bond. 'That's it,' he said with certitude. 'This man knows he is unclean, a social pariah. Which of course he is. Now he has thought up this way of buying himself a new identity. If you ask me, we must help the hair to grow and flourish on his heel of Achilles until it is so luxuriant that he trips on it.'
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
    Chapter 8 – Fancy Cover

    'AND WHO the hell are you supposed to be?'

    M more or less repeated Bond's question when, that evening, he looked up from the last page of the report that Bond had spent the afternoon dictating to Mary Goodnight. M's face was just outside the pool of yellow light cast by the green-shaded reading lamp on his desk, but Bond knew that the lined, sailor's face was reflecting, in varying degrees, scepticism, irritation, and impatience. The 'hell' told him so. M rarely swore and when he did it was nearly always at stupidity. M obviously regarded Bond's plan as stupid, and now, away from the dedicated, minutely focused world of the Heralds, Bond wasn't sure that M wasn't right.

    'I'm to be an emissary from the College of Arms, sir. This Basilisk chap recommended that I should have some kind of a title, the sort of rather highfalutin one that would impress a man with this kind of bee in his bonnet. And Blofeld's obviously got this bee or he wouldn't have revealed his existence, even to such a presumably secure and - er - sort of remote corner of the world as the College of Arms. I've put down there the arguments of this chap and they make a lot of sense to me. Snobbery's a real Achilles heel with people. Blofeld's obviously got the bug badly. I think we can get to him through it.'
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    On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
    Chapter 16 - Downhill Only

    He took the second lap more carefully than the first, got across to the second flag, turned at it and made back across the plunging slope for the series of linked S's under the cables. How fast did these bloody gondolas go? Ten, fifteen, twenty miles an hour? This was the latest type. It would be the fastest. Hadn't he read somewhere that the one between Arosa and the Weisshorn did 25? Even as he got into his first S, the tune of the singing cable above him momentarily changed and then went back to its usual whine. That was the gondola passing the first pylon! Bond's knees, the Achilles heel of all skiers, were beginning to ache. He cut his S's narrower, snaking down faster, but now feeling the rutted tracks of the piste under his skis at every turn. Was that a flag away over to the left? The magnesium flares were swaying lower, almost directly over him. Yes. It looked all right. Two more S turns and he would do a traverse schuss to it!
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Casino Royale, Ian Fleming, 1953.
    Chapter 2 – Dossier for M

    Two weeks before, this memorandum had gone from Station S of the Secret Service to M, who was then and is today head of this adjunct to the British Defence Ministries:

    To: M.
    From: Head of S.

    Subject: A project for the destruction of Monsieur Le Chiffre (alias 'The Number', 'Herr Nummer', 'Herr Ziffer', etc.), one of the Opposition's chief agents in France and undercover Paymaster of the 'Syndicat des Ouvriers d'Alsace', the Communist controlled trade union in the heavy and transport industries of Alsace, and as we know, an important fifth column in the event of war with Redland.

    Documentation: Head of Archives' biography of Le Chiffre is attached at Appendix A. Also, Appendix B, a note on SMERSH.

    We have been feeling for some time that Le Chiffre is getting into deep water. In nearly all respects he is an admirable agent of the USSR, but his gross physical habits and predilections are an Achilles heel of which we have been able to take advantage from time to time and one of his mistresses is a Eurasian (No 1860) controlled by Station F, who has recently been able to obtain insight into his private affairs.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Live and Let Die, Ian Fleming, 1954.
    Chapter III – A Visiting Card

    AND now it was ten days later and the talk with Dexter and Leiter had not added much, reflected Bond as he awoke slowly and luxuriously in his bedroom at the St. Regis the morning after his arrival in New York.

    Dexter had had plenty of detail on Mr. Big, but nothing that threw any new light on the case. Mr. Big was forty-five years old, born in Haiti, half negro and half French. Because of the initial letters of his fanciful name, Buonaparte Ignace Gallia, and because of his huge height and bulk, he came to be called, even as a youth, 'Big Boy' or just 'Big'. Later this became 'The Big Man' or 'Mr. Big', and his real names lingered only on a parish register in Haiti and on his dossier with the FBI. He had no known vices except women, whom he consumed in quantities. He didn't drink or smoke and his only Achilles heel appeared to be a chronic heart disease which had, in recent years, imparted a greyish tinge to his skin.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    From Russia With Love, Ian Fleming, 1957.
    Part I - The Plan; Chapter 1 – Roseland

    With this man it was different, almost uncannily different. From the very first he had been like a lump of inanimate meat. In two years he had never said a word to her. When she had done his back and it was time for him to turn over, neither his eyes nor his body had once shown the smallest interest in her. When she tapped his shoulder, he would just roll over and gaze at the sky through half-closed lids and occasionally let out one of the long shuddering yawns that were the only sign that he had human reactions at all.

    The girl shifted her position and slowly worked down the right leg towards the Achilles tendon. When she came to it, she looked back up the fine body. Was her revulsion only physical? Was it the reddish colour of the sunburn on the naturally milk-white skin, the sort of roast meat look? Was it the texture of the skin itself, the deep, widely spaced pores in the satiny surface? The thickly scattered orange freckles on the shoulders? Or was it the asexuality of the man? The indifference of these splendid, insolently bulging muscles? Or was it spiritual---an animal instinct telling her that inside this wonderful body there was an evil person?

    The masseuse got to her feet and stood, twisting her head slowly from side to side and flexing her shoulders. She stretched her arms out sideways and then upwards and held them for a moment to get the blood down out of them. She went to her string bag and took out a hand-towel and wiped the perspiration off her face and body.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    A View to a Kill, John Glen, 1985.
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    Achille Aubergine: Later this month, Zorin will hold his annual sales at his stud near Paris.
    Security is formidable but the key to this mystery is there. And l, Achille Aubergine, intend to find it    .

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  • Andi1996RueggAndi1996Ruegg Hello. It's me, Evelyn Tremble.
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    I don't know the novels (yet) but that's all most impressive!!

    TSWLM - just watched it.

    Stromberg's Atlantis in ancient greek Ἀτλαντὶς νῆσος Atlantìs nḗsos.

    I'm sure that's worth exploring.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    That was Wednesday for me at Olympians.

    Next up: Atlantis.
  • barryt007barryt007
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    I had a Greek girlfriend for 3 years back in the day.
    She was 5 years older than me and married.

    Bad Bazza.
  • TorgeirtrapTorgeirtrap
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    barryt007 wrote: »
    I had a Greek girlfriend for 3 years back in the day.
    She was 5 years older than me and married.

    Bad Bazza.

    For three years, and she was married? How did that end, if I may ask? :-O
  • barryt007barryt007
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    Torgeirtrap wrote: »
    barryt007 wrote: »
    I had a Greek girlfriend for 3 years back in the day.
    She was 5 years older than me and married.

    Bad Bazza.

    For three years, and she was married? How did that end, if I may ask? :-O

    Well,she worked for our Athens office and so we would fly around all over the place on 'business trips'.

    It ended,basically,just by fizzling out,she wasn't going to leave her husband (even though he did find out eventually) and I was sick of all the travelling,so we just moved on.

    Fun while it lasted though ;)

  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
    edited December 2017 Posts: 13,803
    And I was thinking it would end in tragedy.

    Nothing personal, @barryt007. The Greek thing.
  • barryt007barryt007
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    RichardTheBruce wrote: »
    And I was thinking just would end in tragedy.

    Nothing personal, @barryt007. The Greek thing.

    Hahaha a real Greek Tragedy indeed Richard !! ;)

  • TorgeirtrapTorgeirtrap
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    barryt007 wrote: »
    RichardTheBruce wrote: »
    And I was thinking just would end in tragedy.

    Nothing personal, @barryt007. The Greek thing.

    Hahaha a real Greek Tragedy indeed Richard !! ;)

    Hahah! Good thing it ended that way, and not worse!
  • barryt007barryt007
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    Torgeirtrap wrote: »
    barryt007 wrote: »
    RichardTheBruce wrote: »
    And I was thinking just would end in tragedy.

    Nothing personal, @barryt007. The Greek thing.

    Hahaha a real Greek Tragedy indeed Richard !! ;)

    Hahah! Good thing it ended that way, and not worse!

    I know..i had to keep my wits about me...but I've had flings with 4 married women overall,so i'm a bit like Bond in that respect he he .

    (Not anymore though).

  • TorgeirtrapTorgeirtrap
    edited December 2017 Posts: 17,756
    barryt007 wrote: »
    Torgeirtrap wrote: »
    barryt007 wrote: »
    RichardTheBruce wrote: »
    And I was thinking just would end in tragedy.

    Nothing personal, @barryt007. The Greek thing.

    Hahaha a real Greek Tragedy indeed Richard !! ;)

    Hahah! Good thing it ended that way, and not worse!

    I know..i had to keep my wits about me...but I've had flings with 4 married women overall,so i'm a bit like Bond in that respect he he .

    (Not anymore though).


    That's impressive in a way, haha!
  • CommanderRossCommanderRoss The bottom of a pitch lake in Eastern Trinidad, place called La Brea
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    RichardTheBruce wrote: »
    Agent_99 wrote: »
    Ooh, good spot (and the Lockheed too)! I've been on the back of an Electra Glide; doubt I could even hold one upright by myself.
    I should give notice to @CommanderRoss to keep the aviation content straight. That's welcome here.

    I'll do my best @RichardTheBruce. For now Achilles is no more then a parts supplier (apt name if you ask me). Taking it a bit further (and as you posted a depiction of his death above), I'll frow in the Hawker.......


    Hector!

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  • 0BradyM0Bondfanatic70BradyM0Bondfanatic7 Quantum Floral Arrangements: "We Have Petals Everywhere"
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    barryt007 wrote: »
    I know..i had to keep my wits about me...but I've had flings with 4 married women overall,so i'm a bit like Bond in that respect he he .
    Christ, @barryt007, now THAT is some thrasos!

    I'm starting to think you are Craig Bond brought to life...
    Solange: "You like married women, don't you, James?"

    Bond: "It keeps things simple."

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  • DragonpolDragonpol https://thebondologistblog.blogspot.com
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    Thunderfinger wrote: »
    I was in Greece in 1988. I met an old German nazi there in a bank, he thought the guy behind the counter was a jew.

    They see them everywhere, those people.
  • ThunderfingerThunderfinger Das Boot Hill
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    Dragonpol wrote: »
    Thunderfinger wrote: »
    I was in Greece in 1988. I met an old German nazi there in a bank, he thought the guy behind the counter was a jew.

    They see them everywhere, those people.

    It was the crooked nose and the Money-counting that did it.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    CommanderRoss wrote: »
    Taking it a bit further (and as you posted a depiction of his death above), I'll frow in the Hawker.......

    Hector!
    Okay, @CommanderRoss, that points out I should use the opportunity to present Hector.
    As related to Achilles discussed previously.

    Good redirection from you.
  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
    edited January 2018 Posts: 13,803
    Hector / Έκτορας / ˈhek·tər/ verb
    1. Greatest fighter of Troy in the Trojan Wars
    Also
    Hector: to bully or intimidate
    Earlier meaning
    Hector: encouragement (over domineering); also: a valiant warrior

    Gaelic (Eachdonn or Heck). Latin (Hector), a proper name in Scotland.
    Greek (Hektor, holder—from ekein, to hold).

    Hector: prince of Troy. Son to King Priam, Queen Hecuba. Wife: Andromache. One son: Scamandrius (Astyanax). Siblings: Paris, Cassandra, Deiphobus, Helenus, Polydorus, Troilus, Polyxena.

    Troy’s greatest warrior and leader of its army, he resisted the war between Greek and Trojan. After war’s start, Hector called for a truce and suggested a duel could decide the winner. Greek hero Ajax fought Hector to stalemate, they parted with admiration and respect. Hector prepared to fight Achilles but was overwrought with fear. First running from Achilles then facing him in fierce battle, Hector died fighting.

    Achilles battles Hector
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    The wrath of Achilles continued based on his anger over the death of friend Patroclus: his chariot drug Hector’s body for 12 days outside Troy’s gates. The corpse was finally turned over to the Trojans for burial.

    Hector in Troy
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    Achilles defeats Hector in battle
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    Another view of Achilles hauling the dead Hector through Troy.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Moonraker, Ian Fleming, 1955.
    Chapter X – Special Branch Agent

    Bond did a racing change and swung the big car left at the Charing fork, preferring the clear road by Chilham and Canterbury to the bottlenecks of Ashford and Folkestone. The car howled up to eighty in third and he held it in the same gear to negotiate the hairpin at the top of the long gradient leading up to the Molash road.

    And, he wondered, going back into top and listening with satisfaction to the relaxed thunder of the exhaust, and what about Drax? What sort of a reception was Drax going to give him this evening? According to M., when his name had been suggested over the telephone, Drax had paused for a moment and then said, "Oh yes. I know the fellow. Didn't know he was mixed up in that racket. I'd be interested to have another look at him. Send him along. I'll expect him in time for dinner." Then he had rung off.

    The people at the Ministry had their own view of Drax. In their dealings with him they had found him a dedicated man, completely bound up in the Moonraker, living for nothing but its success, driving his men to the limit, fighting for priorities in material with other departments, goading the Ministry of Supply into clearing his requirements at Cabinet level. They disliked his hectoring manners but they respected him for his know-how and his drive and his dedication. And, like the rest of England, they considered him a possible saviour of the country.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    Live and Let Die, Guy Hamilton, 1973.
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    Tee-Hee: Evans, get him! Adam, in the car! Head him off! Hector, move, damn it!

    Adam: Bond ripped off one of our boats. He's headed for the Irish Bayou.
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  • RichardTheBruceRichardTheBruce I'm motivated by my Duty.
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    For Your Eyes Only, John Glen, 1981.
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    The St. Georges was off the Albanian coast. We asked Sir Timothy Havelock...the marine archaeologist, to secretly locate the wreck. Before he could send in his report, he and his wife were killed...by a Cuban hit man, Hector Gonzales. The Greek police were able to identify Gonzales...from a description given to them by Melina, Sir Havelock's daughter.

    Operation Undertow. The information's all here. Now, Gonzales is at a villa near Madrid. Isolate him and apply the necessary pressure...to find out who hired him.
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