Mention of Belsen Chimney in a Fleming Bond novel? UPDATE: FOUND!
Silhouette Man
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Can anyone here recall which Fleming Bond novel this is mentioned in at all?
It was one of the Nazi extermination camps of the Holocaust, possibly Belsen.
I think it is Diamonds Are Forever but I may be wrong.
I'm looking for the quote but can't find it.
Any help in locating it would be much appreciated!
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It was one of the Nazi extermination camps of the Holocaust, possibly Belsen.
I think it is Diamonds Are Forever but I may be wrong.
I'm looking for the quote but can't find it.
Any help in locating it would be much appreciated!
-{ "The tough man of the world. The Secret Agent. The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).
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Perhaps it's another one?! Unless I've not remembered the line properly!
Yes, that he was a displaced person from there at the end of WW II. Thanks.
13 ACME MUD AND SULPHUR
In the small red bus there was only a Negress with a withered arm and, beside the driver, a girl who kept her sick hands out of sight and whose head was completely shrouded in a thick black veil which fell to her shoulders, like a bee-keeper's hat, without touching the skin of her face. The bus, which said 'Acme Mud and Sulphur Baths' on its sides and `Every Hour on the Hour' above the windscreen, went through the town without picking up any more customers and turned off the main road down a badly maintained gravel track through a plantation of young firs. After half a mile, it rounded a corner and went down a short hill towards a cluster of dingy grey clapboard buildings. A tall yellow-brick chimney stuck up out of the centre of the buildings and from it a thin wisp of black smoke rose straight up into the still air. There was no sign of life in front of the Baths, but as the bus pulled up on the weedy gravel patch near what seemed to be the entrance, two old men and a limping coloured woman emerged through the wire-screened doors at the top of the steps and waited for the passengers to alight. Outside the bus the smell of sulphur hit Bond with sickening force. It was a horrible smell, from somewhere down in the stomach of the world. Bond moved away from the entrance and sat down on a rough bench under a group of dead-looking firs. He sat there for a few minutes to steel himself for what was going to happen to him through the screen doors and to shake off his sense of oppression and disgust. It was partly, he decided, the reaction of a healthy body to the contact with disease, and it was partly the tall grim Belsen chimney with its plume of innocent smoke. But most of all it was the prospect of going in through those doors, buying the ticket, and then stripping his clean body and giving it over to the nameless things they did in this grisly ramshackle establishment.
Diamonds are Forever, page 104