Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Somebody is Running
Far off the banshee wail of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for long completely silent. Twenty Four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him.
Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye
1953
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