When Q was gone, Bond found he couldn't concentrate. The map made him dizzy. His mind was too much on Q. On what sort of man he was. He'd watched him from afar, but now he realized how much he didn't know. The Church? Q? Really? Bond was certain Constantine had no love for the Church.

He finally moved to lay in his bed, to perchance rest, but he had to move Q's book.

He picked it up and began to read. Most of it was boring, but as he turned the pages, it became rather juicy.