The London Fleming Connection

It is suspected Ian Fleming read some of Jack London. This – frees me up! Not that I allowed anyone to – lock me up! It’s just going to be a hell of a lot easier! Now I can have Victoria Rosamond Bond, and Miriam Starfish – snoop around the Bohemian Club – without fearing losing more family members due to a – stab in the back! All their blades – have struck home! I get to play – THE TOTAL GOD!

“On the way off the pier, Starfish spotted a green object in the shallow water. She did not hesitate wading in.

“Don’t go in that water. It might be contaminated!” said Victoria, her motherly instinct coming out now that she loved her first human being – more than life itself.

“Look!” cried Starfish. “It’s an old bottle…”The Belmont Soda Works!”

Off Miriam sped to the site of the other California Barrel Company. Victoria was on google being tossed about, she no longer looking at the road as Miriam squealed around corners. Getting out of their joy ride, they walked to his circular area in the industrial wasteland.

“Who owns this property?” asked Victoria and began to circumnavigate the area that looked like a launch pad for alien craft.

“Meg Whitman.” answered Starfish. “Look at these symbols in the dirt. Someone has been conducting a ritual here. “

“Here’s a plan for a very exclusive community.”

That I sign with the combined name of the two families of Belmont is out of this world! I am reminded of The Davinci Code and the appearance of members of the Sinclair family who are keen on finding the burial fault of Mary Magdalene. Surely members of BHS knew about Elizabeth Janke and investigated MY genealogical claim when I said I am kin to the Janke family. Again, why was there no warm greeting – with announcement of my lost kin? Ancestry.com is a multi-million dollar company that caters to ninety millions souls interested in find their lost kin. The BHS must have known that I could make a claim to OWNING much, if not all, of Belmont’s History. Do they have another book in the works? To elude THEY had a problem with the history of Oakland, Kamala Harris, and the Black Panthers, and thus I was given the cold shoulder – is racist! The London connection between these two cities now includes a PHILOSOPHY of Fleming and London, that dovetails nicely with Ludwig Wittgensteins interest in Norbert Davis, who like James Bond, is seen with a gun.

Has anyone (but me) compared Dan Drown to the Black Mask authors? There were complaints when Janke Street was renamed. Do members of BHS see themselves as the rightful founding family of Belmont, because they believed WE had all died out? The Invasion of the Body Snatchers comes to mind. Also the movie ZARDOZ where Sean Connery VIOLATES the Immortals of The Vortex, and gets the Apathetic all excited when they TASTE THE SWEAT OF ZED. I am The Sweat of Zed!

John Presco

(16) Da Vinci code – cryptex decodeing scene – YouTube

The Philosopher Detective | Rosamond Press

Battle At Think Tank

Posted on March 11, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

This photo of me has been popping up in My Think Tank that I founded yesterday. We are going there, next. Having Victoria Bond’s bodyguard being half Russian is a tell.

William Stuttmeister Janke

The Science Fiction of Jack London | Rosamond Press

Posted 05 May 2011 – 12:18 AMI was scrolling through Wikipedia today, and had spent a few minutes looking at the Jack London entry (I was looking up some factoids on his life and on The Assassination Bureau) when I scrolled down to the London “Apocrypha”, as it was labeled… and came across this (bolding is my own, for emphasis):

I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.

Well, of course, reading those last two lines stopped me dead in my tracks… because I think we all recognize them from You Only Live Twice, the novel, listed there as Bond’s “philosophy”. If Fleming had been a closet London fan, I had never heard of it.

This quotation, called London’s “Credo”, is taken in this form from an introduction by Irving Shepard, London’s step-nephew, to a 1956 collection of short stories entitled Jack London’s Tales of Adventure. It would seem to be in this poetical typesetting that Fleming first encountered these words, but a slightly different version (actually, the only other complete version) appeared even earlier, in a December 1916 article by Ernest J. Hopkins, published just weeks after London’s death; I’ll let Clarice Statz, a London scholar, take over from here (she quotes Hopkins’ article at the start; the bolding is my own):

“‘I would rather be ashes than [sic] said Jack London not two months before his death, to a group of friends with whom he was discussing, as he loved to discuss, the eternal problems of life and living.

‘I would rather be ashes than dust.’ The words, with their strange double significance, are now recalled with emotion by those friends. When he made that striking summary of his personal philosophy, London was marvelously alive. He irradiated vigor. Every breath that he drew was to him a brilliant sensation. Every moment of his time was crammed with events. he was in love with life–an[d] with vitality–ablaze with the joy and the poignancy and the overwhelming interest of “The Game.”

Let there be no misunderstanding of his phrase. Jack London did not mean to say that, after death, he would prefer the ashes of cremation to the dust of ordinary burial. Nothing was further from him than the thought that he himself was, as he put it, soon to ‘go into the silence.’ Of all the ardent group that heard him on that occasion, he was the most alive. Beside him all other men seemed colorless. But he was talking about life, not about death. He was giving his law of conduct, not his preference in funeral customs.

‘I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than that it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to LIVE. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.’

‘I would rather be ashes than dust.’ In those words London perfectly expressed himself. Never content to do his thinking by halves, upon that instinct for supreme activity he constructed a philosophy that was consistent, if unusual. Absorbed in today, he could not envisage a hereafter. Enthusiastic over tangible facts and present sensations, he believed that ease was cowardice; that the stronger must over conquer the weaker; that intellectuality divorced from action was wasted an futile; that man and the animals were of one nature, man having no quality that was not rudimentarily present in horses and dogs; that after death the human being was ‘just meat.’ Amid these tangible ideas there was room for race-memories, but not for superstitions. There was room for violent work, intense play, fierce fighting, mad adventure, thoughtful planning, but not for pretty dreaming, not for dogma, not for detached theorization. His thought was essentially practical….”


The question London scholars have is whether these words are all London’s and as he expressed them. Even moreso than today journalists’ quotes were unreliable or even sheer inventions. The full passage has many marks of London’s style–its directness, its rhythm, its diction–to persuade that it is authentic.

That all was not Hopkins’ invention can be found further in one document in London’s own handwriting. While visiting Australian suffragette Vida Goldstein in Melbourne, he placed the following in her Autograph Book. (The book is owned by a private collector who provided a photocopy of the page.)

Dear Miss Goldstein:–
Seven years ago I wrote you that I’d rather be ashes than dust. I still subscribe to that sentiment.
Sincerely yours,
Jack London
Jan. 13, 1909

In my opinion, the phrasing of the fragment featured in YOLT is too close to be from anyone but London; Fleming obviously encountered Shepard’s London collection sometime after its 1956 publication, and found it appropriate — in fact, it is probably the perfect expression of London’s, Fleming’s, and Bond’s life philosophies.

“The proper function of man is to LIVE. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”

The Old California Barrel Company

Posted on March 24, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Jack London studied Communism. I guessed at what the wharf area of Belmont looed like when I had Victoria Rosamond Bond, and Miriam Starfish Christling come to Belmont to investigate the California Barrel. Company. Jack’s parents were psychics, I believe involved in Remote Viewing. Company. I saw the coming War of Words between the United States and China. I posted on the facebook of Jon Rosamond yesterday. I introduced him to the Sea Lord Caspar John who is the son of the artist, Augustus John, who is kin to Ian Fleming. The Bohemian Ghost (Caspar) fleet has landed in Bohemian Belmont. The knight under White Mountain – ride out to meet the enemy!

When I began the Royal Janitor I founded a THINK TANK – my think tank! It sits at the end of this wharf in Bohemian Belmont. There is a fading sign facing the Bay….

‘The California Barrel Company’ 

The Home of BAD, the BELMONT ALLIIED DEFENCE!

“Look for the man wearing a barrel!

I get $789 dollars of U.S. Government money to live on. No government has got their monies worth like my government!

“Bond!……James Bond!”

“Hello boys! Do you mind if this Old Salt pulls up a chair and joins you?”

China bashes US over racism, inequality, pandemic response (msn.com)

In Defense of Communism: Jack London- How I Became A Socialist (idcommunism.com)

To return to my conversion. I think it is apparent that my rampant individualism was pretty effectively hammered out of me, and something else as effectively hammered in. But, just as I had been an individualist without knowing it, I was now a Socialist without knowing it, withal, an unscientific one. I had been reborn, but not renamed, and I was running around to find out what manner of thing I was. I ran back to California and opened the books. I do not remember which ones I opened first. It is an unimportant detail anyway. I was already It, whatever It was, and by aid of the books I discovered that It was a Socialist. Since that day I have opened many books, but no economic argument, no lucid demonstration of the logic and inevitableness of Socialism affects me as profoundly and convincingly as I was affected on the day when I first saw the walls of the Social Pit rise around me and felt myself slipping down, down, into the shambles at the bottom.

Battle At Think Tank

Posted on March 11, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

This photo of me has been popping up in My Think Tank that I founded yesterday. We are going there, next. Having Victoria Bond’s bodyguard being half Russian is a tell.

William Stuttmeister Janke

A war over Russia has erupted at the Atlantic Council (msn.com)

In a very rare public battle at a prominent Washington, D.C. think tank, almost two dozen employees and fellows at the Atlantic Council have issued a statement slamming two of their colleagues for writing what they see as a pro-Russia article on the think tank’s website.

Emma Ashford and Mathew Burrows, two senior experts at the Atlantic Council, on Friday published an article that said the U.S. should not focus on human rights in its dealings with Russia and wrote that “democratization in Russia would not necessarily be good for US foreign policy interests.”

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The Royal Janitor

by

John Presco

Copyright 2021

Victoria found the old California Barrel Company in a old phone directory. There were two of them. One was located in the Dogpatch area south of San Francisco, and the other offshore of Belmont on the really old Wharf Road. Making their way carefully down the rickety wharf to the house that sat at the end of it, they passed a chicken coop. Just as they were about to knock at the door, it flew open, and there stood a jovial Santa-looking gentleman in his seventies!

“I knew I was going to have company today! My name is William Stuttmeister Janke, the proprietor of the original California Barrel Company. I’m going to have to fix my ladder and get up there and freshen up my fading sign. Are you looking to buy some barrels?”

“No thanks!,” said Victoria. “We came to talk…

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1 Response to The London Fleming Connection

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Ken Kesey suffered from Writer’s Block at the end of his life. Nancy took me to the UofO to here Ken read from the co-authored gang book ‘Caverns’. I was not impressed, and was glad I did not join the latest Group Grope by the Prankster Acidheads, who had to know about the scandal about……THAT OTHER BEAUTY FROM NEBRASKA. Mischelle McMindes. My connection to Ken and Ian Flemming is utterly ignored. Why? Kathy Wilson suggested to me people was to be attached to the idea of Immortality, and thus when a famous person dies, the un-famous make their moves to fill in he void, and get as close as they can TO THE TOP. The wanna-best will protect The Genius Source -to the death. All writing and publishing came to a halt when Ken died. I am a great threat to many people.
    https://rosamondpress.com/2021/04/14/flemming-and-hammett/

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