Robert Brown
Robert Brown
Actor who is known for his appearances as the character M in the James Bond film franchise. He began his tenure as the character in the 1983 installment Octopussy. He, however, had first appeared as the character Admiral Hargreaves in the 1977 film The Spy Who Loved Me.
ProfessionMovie Actor
Date of Birth23 July 1921
art learned perfection practise shall works
What's come to perfection perishes. / Things learned on earth, we shall practise in heaven. / Works done least rapidly, Art most cherishes.
gave since
What's become of Waring / Since he gave us all the slip?
alone dark god light rise shows souls sufficient
Through such souls alone / God stooping shows sufficient of His light / For us i' the dark to rise by. And I rise.
drops errors gross shines teaching though truth
Though Rome's gross yoke / Drops off, no more to be endured, / Her teaching is not so obscured / By errors and perversities, / That no truth shines athwart the lies.
fifty
With shrieking and squeaking / In fifty different sharps and flats.
breaks change earth heaven house strike
When earth breaks up and heaven expands,/ How will the change strike me and you / In the house not made with hands?
fine gloss
Why should I set so fine a gloss on things?
women
Why need the other women know so much?
crooked grand questions
The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, crooked questions are.
bit quite request
We've had the BLS in here quite a bit at the request of different people. We don't think there is a flaw.
accept call fools laid obligation thou
Thou at first prompting of what I call God,/ And fools call Nature, didst hear, comprehend,/ Accept the obligation laid on thee.
music pull takes technology time
When music technology takes the place of musicianship, it's time to pull the plug/
body edge free gets holds leaves noise soul truth
Truth that peeps / Over the glasses' edge when dinner's done, / And body gets its sop and holds its noise / And leaves soul free a little.
ears eyes love match men shall shun slight soul ten whom
Now, who shall arbitrate? / Ten men love what I hate, / Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; / Ten who in ears and eyes / Match me: we all surmise, / They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe?