He told me, shoulders twitching with excitement, about his next big venture. "I've bought the Bond books," he declared. I had just about heard of James Bond and scarcely of Ian Fleming. "All of them. Who do you think I've got as Bond?" I tried to be interested. "I don't know. James Mason?" "Hell, no." "David Niven?" "For Christ's sake." Harry paused. "Sean Connery." "Harry, he's a bloody Scotsman. He can hardly read!" I think my reaction pleased him. So much for my gifts of prophecy.
John Osborne, Almost a Gentleman.