Written in 1955.
"Bond paused and put all the scorn he could summon into his voice. 'And now let's get on with this farce, you great hairy-faced lunatic.' It worked. With every word Drax's face had become more contorted with rage; his eyes were red with it, the sweat of fury was dripping off his jowls onto his shirt, the lips were drawn back from the gaping teeth, and a string of saliva had crept out of his mouth and was hanging down from his chin. Now, at the last private-school insult that must have awakened God knows what stinging memories, he leapt up from his chair and lunged round the desk at Bond, his hairy fist flailing."