Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Sunday, 24 June 2012

Noir Poet - Chandler


             Who am i cutting my throat for this time ? A blonde with sexy eyes and too many door keys. A girl from Manhattan, Kansas. I don't know. All i know is that something isn't what it seems and the old tired but always reliable hunch tells me that if the hand is played the way it is dealt the wrong person is going to lose the pot. Is that any of my business ?

The Little Sister
Raymond Chandler
1949

excerpt originally shown on  www.filmsnoir.net

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