Fragments of Noir

Monday, 20 April 2015

I stared. She caught me staring. She lifted her glance half an inch and i wasn't there anymore. But wherever i was i was holding my breath.

Raymond Chandler

The Long Goodbye

1953

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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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