Fragments of Noir

Sunday, 22 December 2013

Afraid of the Rain

I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes i see me dead in it.

Ernest Hemingway
A Farewell to Arms
1929

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Bob le Flambeur
1956

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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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