Die gedanken sind Frei
wer Kann Sie erraten?
Sie ziehen vorbei wie
nachtliche Schatten.

speaking of which, a very unusually coincidence struck me this morning.

The Word of the Day for April 28 is:

kakistocracy \kak-uh-STAH-kruh-see\ (noun)
: government by the worst people

Example sentence:
A political exile forced to emigrate from her homeland,
Dalia remains convinced that the government of her native
country is a corrupt kakistocracy.

Did you know?
A reader of _Time_ magazine was once so surprised to find
this rare and unusual word in the pages of that publication
that he decided the occasion warranted a letter to the editor.
"Where in the name of Semanticus, did your writer come up with
that word 'kakistocracy,"' he wrote in a letter dated February
6, 1956. "Is it a government of parrots?" (A "kaka" is a New
Zealand parrot.) Good guess, but "kakistocracy" actually
originated as a combination of the Greek "kakistos" (superlative
of "kakos," which means "bad") and the English suffix "-cracy,"
meaning "form of government."

My apologies for the atrocity, James.

Does anyone have a better solution?

All I can say is that other matters were on my mind at the time, and it had affected my work.
I just hope this doesn´t mean the end of out relationship, especially now, when we are so close in body, not just in spirit.

Dear James,

Thanks for the warning from the damned treacherous fiend that had the guts to try and pretend that he is no other then the original 007. I am quite confident in your ability to locate and take care of this spy and insurgent.
As I am forced to write in HRM´s language, I will be extra careful with my words this time.

As for the truly important matters:
So far, my mission has been going on successfully. I have managed to disguise myself as one of the locals in this foreign place, and have carefully learned their traditions and habits.
As a matter of fact, I am practicing one at this very moment: taking a long rest, and sipping a very lovely Half Pint. I must warn you, though, that this forum seems to be filled with Puritans (and you know what we do with those in good-old England, don't you?) that almost lynched me the last time I mentioned drinking some mild alcoholic beverage.
It seems to me that these sort of behavior is symptomatic to people with an Absolut lack of sense of humor, and with no love (or lust) for life. It´s a shame, really.

Anyway, I went out on the 1st of May to observe, in an anthropological manner, of course, one of the local traditions in my current whereabouts, and I must tell you, old chap, those Catholics sure know how to have a good time.
This holiday was consistent of: 1 giant Cross, covered with beautiful flowers, and centered in the center of an even more beautiful garden at some of the local neighborhoods.
1 wide and affluent Bar, in front of each Cross, filled with all the drinks one might imagine, but mostly with Beer.
Dozens of people, man and woman, dancing passionately in the streets to Latin-Pop-Eurovision style music, throughout the entire day and night.

I doubt that this nation is capable of causing any harm to our Benevolent Kingdom; The most they can do is drown us in awfully loud songs.
Besides, I believe that we still have some of their land as a relict of Imperial times, but I think that a good natured solution is being thought of by our respective governments, so all is well.
Be rest assured, though, that if I see any kind of Anti-Imperialism Radicalism of any sorts here, you will be the first to know.

Please report back ASAP regarding your current status, and inform me when you plan to go to sort things out between the natives in Palestine. (Just not between 13:00 and 17:00, Thanks)

Send Moneypenny my best regards.
Truly yours, Gilad Deneboom (a.k.a. Jill De-Neboom, Ghalal Danbaui)

And, anyway, it´s not final, yet.

(but I´m near it, not on it)