Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

So Many Knives

I've had so many knives stuck in me, when they hand me a flower i can't quite make out what it is.

Charles Bukowski

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Jean Gabin in L'Air De Paris
1954

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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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Tuesday, 17 December 2013

So Many Knives

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