Had James Bond been an auditor his greatest adventure
might have started like this...
"The wind whipped the tail of his overcoat like a flag
on the staff and nearly tore the glasses from his face.
The bitter cold pinched his cheeks and numbed his
writing hand—the other clutched a stanchion on the
platform, as the ground swayed dizzily 60 feet below."
Or like this...
"The sun hung burnished in a motionless sky, and
crickets chirped in the underbrush. The sun is 93 million
miles away, but the roof of the lumber shed, incandescent
in its glare, was a scant four feet above him,
and the sweat streamed from his forehead, blurred his
sight, and reduced the paper to a soggy mass that the
pencil wouldn't write on."
But could that great secret agent "007" have stood the
strain of it? Suppose...
"The dark closed in above him and the entrance
rapidly became only a pin-hole to the world of the living.
The blackness surrounding him gnawed at his
heart. His stomach became a void forced upward in his
chest. Only the metallic rattle of the dropping cage and
the clipboard he clutched gave him touch with reality."
No, his preference would probably have run more
"Soothed by the gentle hum of the air-conditioning,
he checked one crew and then another down aisles
shelved high and neatly on either side with boxed knitwear.
Two floors below was the Company dining room,
where he would soon have lunch and where a fashion
show would go on for the buyers—today it was swim-suits."
However James Bond might have reacted to observ-