Seated onthe beachat sunset, this casual seeker spreadsherwingsofmoney, confidentlycountinghercashrather than acknowledging the majestyofhersurroundings.
While sitting there, I could not help remembering that Fermor had once sternly corrected Fleming for a tiny factual error in his novel OnHer Majesty's Secret Service.
The novels still read thrillingly today (here's a tip: the best of them is "On Her Majesty's Secret Service"), but there is no question that when the movies came along, they overshadowed Fleming's ink-on-paper volumes.