Oh dear! I’ve been immersed in Ian Fleming’s James Bond novels. I love them. Then I moved on to the biography by Andrew Lycett, which is even better. I’m so saturated in pleasure that I forgot about my blog.
Imagine my horror when I looked at the statistics tonight and saw that the only people reading this are those of you searching for the Chinese word for suicide.
Well, it’s very interesting, as a matter of fact. The Chinese word for suicide also means “shortsighted view.”
It may be a shortsighted view but it’s a long-term decision.
Don’t take a long-term decision when you’re suffering from a shortsighted view. Take a step back. Read a James Bond novel.
James Bond didn’t suffer from a shortsighted view even when he was being towed towards a coral reef that would rip his body to shreds in an ocean swarming with sharks and barracudas.
Of course, he was at the time strapped to a beautiful naked woman who had just fallen in love with him, which has its compensations.
Oh God, I hope I haven’t depressed you! Lucky bastard, wasn’t he?