Vesper looked at Bond thoughtfully.
"People are islands", she said. "They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years."
Bond thought with dismay that she must be going into a vin triste. Too much champagne had made her melancholy. But suddenly she gave a happy laugh. "Don't look so worried". She leaned forward and put her hand over his. "I was only being sentimental. Anyway, my island feels very close to your island tonight". She took a sip of champagne.
Bond laughed, relieved. "Let's join up and make a peninsula", he said.
Ian Fleming, Casino Royale, chapter 24.
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