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“For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with.”

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Book:From Russia with Love
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From Russia with Love

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Ian Fleming
Ian Fleming

Ian Fleming, a renowned British author, was born on May 28, 1908, in London. He is best known for creating the James Bond series of novels, which have achieved immense success and influence since the first book, 'Casino Royale,' was published in 1953. more

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