Fragments of Noir

Monday, 6 October 2014

Grieve Over Them

I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter nights.

Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939

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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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