Ian Fleming
- Diamonds Are Forever
Then, as Bond watched, a change-girl's voice bawled 'Jackpot!' and some of the women raised their heads and the picture changed. Now they reminded Bond of Dr Pavlov's dogs, the saliva drooling down from their jaws at the treacherous bell that brought no dinner, and he shuddered at the thought of the empty eyes of these women and their skins and their wet half-open mouths and their bruised hands.
