Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 12 December 2015

In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

You lie awake and think about the girl

Wee Small Hours

(Mann/Hilliard)

Frank Sinatra

image
Nanda Kumar
on flickr

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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