Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 19 December 2013

A Strange Illusion

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Leo Tolstoy

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text reblogged from Noirwhale

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fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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