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Le Chiffre Was Serving A Wonderful Purpose, A Really Vital Purpose, Perhaps The Best And Highest Purpose Of All. By His Evil Existence, Which Foolishly I Have Helped To Destroy, He Was Creating A Norm Of Badness By Which, And By Which Alone, An Opposite Norm Of Goodness Could Exist. We Were Privileged, In Our Short Knowledge Of Him, To See And Estimate His Wickedness And We Emerge From The Acquaintanceship Better And More Virtuous Men.

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Le Chiffre Was Serving

Ian Fleming

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Le Chiffre Was Serving A Wonderful Purpose, A Really Vital Purpose, Perhaps The Best And Highest Purpose Of All. By His Evil Existence, Which Foolishly I Have Helped To Destroy, He Was Creating A Norm Of Badness By Which, And By Which Alone, An Opposite Norm Of Goodness Could Exist. We Were Privileged, In Our Short Knowledge Of Him, To See And Estimate His Wickedness And We Emerge From The Acquaintanceship Better And More Virtuous Men.

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