The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.
At gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck.
It reads better than it lives
My mental hands were empty, and I felt I must do something as a counterirritant or antibody to my hysterical alarm at getting married at the age of 43.
He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession.
The World Is Not Enough