Lots of posts about Quantum of Solace this weekend, which I might see when it’s out on DVD (apparently I save my movie-going for really quality films).

But poor Bond just can’t seem to get a foothold in my interest, mostly because of the line I remember most from Casino Royale, where he’s falling in love with Vesper Lynd, and thinks maybe he can make it the long haul with her, seeing as “the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would each time have the sweet tang of rape.”

You keep it classy, Fleming.