The title lyric was written on a glorious Sunday morning in the autumn of 1966 in “The Chagall Room” of Kirk and Ann Douglas’s beautiful desert home in Palm Springs, California. Evie and I had become friendly with the Douglases during the preceding year, and were spending the weekend with them. It was a fabulous experience for me, to be sitting in the home of one of my all-time favourite film stars, writing the title song for a movie of one of my all-time favourite heroes of fiction. Here I was, a house-guest in Spartacus’s house, writing James Bond, who was being played by a young actor I had known since we were both 23 - Sean Connery. It was unreal, a sort of symbolic fulfillment of all my young daydreams as a student at Cambridge a decade or so before.