“Bond. James Bond.” Just that one phrase and the familiar notes start playing in your head. That's the kind of permanence 007 occupies in the collective consciousness. It's immediate and total recall: there he is with his ravaged, handsome face, his licence to kill, his ability to seduce, his martini — shaken, not stirred. Crisp tuxedos, posh public-school accent, and flexible morality. Bond. James Bond.
007 First Light