Fragments of Noir

Monday, 16 December 2013

It Wasn't Anything

This was hell then ; it wasn't anything to worry about, it was his own familiar room.

Graham Greene
Brighton Rock
1938

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Brighton Rock
John Boulting
1947

fragments of noir

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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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Monday, 16 December 2013

It Wasn't Anything

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