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il has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog。 We don't give the poor chap a chance。 There's a Good Book about goodness and how to be good and so forth； but there's no Evil Book about evil and how to be bad。 The Devil has no prophets to write his Ten mandments and no team of authors to write his biography。 His case has gone pletely by default。 We know nothing about him but a lot of fairy stories from our parents and schoolmasters。 He has no book from which we can learn the nature of evil in all its forms； with parables about evil people； proverbs about evil people； folk…lore about evil people。 All we have is the living example of the people who are least good； or our own intuition。
'So；' continued Bond； warming to his argument； 'Le Chiffre was serving a wonderful purpose； a really vital purpose； perhaps the best and highest purpose of all。 By his evil existence； which foolishly I have helped to destroy； he was creating a norm of badness by which； and by which alone； an opposite norm of goodness could exist。 We were privileged； in our short knowledge of him； to see and estimate his wickedness and we emerge from the acquaintanceship better and more virtuous men。'
'Bravo；' said Mathis。 'I'm proud of you。 You ought to be tortured every day。 I really must remember to do something evil this evening。 I must start at once。 I have a few marks in my favour … only small ones； alas；' he added ruefully … 'but I shall work fast now that I have seen the light。 What a splendid time I'm going to have。 Now； let's see； where shall I start； murder； arson； rape？ But no； these are peccadilloes。 I must really consult the good Marquis de Sade。 I am a child； an absolute child in these matters。'
His face fell。
'Ah； but our conscience； my dear Bond。 What shall we do with him while we are mitting some juicy sin？ That is a problem。 He is a crafty person this conscience and very old； as old as the first family of apes which gave birth to him。 We must give that problem really careful thought or we shall spoil our enjoyment。 Of course； we should murder him first； but he is a tough bird。 It will be difficult； but if we succeed； we could be worse even than Le Chiffre。
'For you； dear James； it is easy。 You can start off by resigning。 That was a brilliant thought of yours； a splendid start to your new career。 And so simple。 Everyone has the revolver of resignation in his pocket。 All you've got to do is pull the trigger and you will have made a big hole in your country and your conscience at the same time。 A murder and a suicide with one bullet！ Splendid！ What a difficult and glorious profession。 As for me； I must start embracing the new cause at once。'
He looked at his watch。
'Good。 I've started already。 I'm half an hour late for a meeting with the chief of police。'
He rose to his feet laughing。
'That was most enjoyable； my dear James。 You really ought to go on the halls。 Now about that little problem of yours； this business of not knowing good men from bad men and villains from heroes； and so forth。 It is； of course； a difficult problem in the abstract。 The secret lies in personal experience； whether you're a Chinaman or an Englishman。'
He paused at the door。
'You admit that Le Chiffre did you personal evil and that you would kill him if he appeared in front of you now？
'Well； when you get back to London you will find there are other Le Chiffres seeking to destroy you and your friends and your country。 M will tell you about them。 And now that you have seen a really evil man； you will know how evil they can be and you will go after them to destroy them in order to protect yourself and the people you love。 You won't wait to argue about it。 You know what they look like now and what they can do to people。 You may be a bit more choosy about the jobs you take on。 You may want to be certain that the target really is black； but there are plenty of really black targets around。 There's still plenty for you to do。 And you'll do it。 And when you fall in love and have a mistress or a wife and children to look after； it will seem all the easier。'
Mathis opened the door and stopped on the threshold。
'Surround yourself with human beings； my dear James。 They are easier to fight for than principles。'
He laughed。 'But don't let me down and bee human； yourself。 We would lose such a wonderful machine。'
With a wave of the hand he shut the door。
'Hey；' shouted Bond。
But the footsteps went quickly off down the passage。
CHAPTER 21 … VESPER
It was on the next day that Bond asked to see Vesper。
He had not wanted to see her before。 He was told that every day she came to the nursing home and asked after him。 Flowers had arrived from her。 Bond didn't like flowers and he told the nurse to give them to another patient。 After this had happened twice； no more flowers came。 Bond had not meant to offend her。 He disliked having feminine things around him。 Flowers seemed to ask for recognition of the person who had sent them； to be constantly transmitting a message of sympathy and affection。 Bond found this irksome。 He disliked being cosseted。 It gave him claustrophobia。
Bond was bored at the idea of having to explain some of this to Vesper。 And he was embarrassed at having to ask one or two questions which mystified him； questions about Vesper's behaviour。 The answers would almost certainly make her out to be a fool。 Then he had his full report to M to think about。 In this he didn't want to have to criticize Vesper。 It might easily cost her her job。
But above all； he admitted to himself； he shirked the answer to a more painful question。
The doctor had talked often to Bond about his injuries。 He had always told him that there would be no evil effects from the terrible battering his body had received。 He had said that Bond's full health would return and that none of his powers had been taken from him。 But the evidence of Bond's eyes and his nerves refused these forting assurances。 He was still painfully swollen and bruised and whenever the injections wore off he was in agony。 Above all； his imagination had suffered。 For an hour in that room with Le Chiffre the certainty of impotence had been beaten into him and a scar had been left on his mind that could only be healed by experience。
From that day when Bond first met Vesper in the Hermitage bar； he had found her desirable and he knew that if things had been different in the night…club； if Vesper had responded in any way and if there had been no kidnapping he would have tried to sleep with her that night。 Even later； in the car and outside the villa when God knows he had had other things to think about； his eroticism had been hotly aroused by the sight of her indecent nakedness。
And now when he could see her again； he was afraid。 Afraid that his senses and his body would not respond to her sensual beauty。 Afraid that he would feel no stir of desire and that his blood would stay cool。 In his mind he had made this first meeting into a test and he was shirking the answer。 That was the real reason； he admitted； why he had waited to give his body a chance to respond； why he had put off their first meeting for over a week。 He would like to have put