My favorite Bond.
Many years ago, I had a brief chat with him in London. We were there on our honeymoon, my Wife had caught an awful cold in Ireland, and I was walking to a drug store late one evening. I was near St. James Square and these two couples in formal wear were walking towards me when I recognized the booming voice from this tall and very, very distinguished gentlemen. He had a presence. He saw me looking at him and the conversation was (as best I remember):
Mr. Moore, smiling: "Yes, I am who you think I am."
Me: "Good evening Mr. Moore"
Mr. Moore: "A Yank, what brings you to London?"
Me: "We are on our honeymoon"
Mr. Moore: "...don't you have something better to do then be walking here?...Go!"
They all walked on laughing.
He will be missed.
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