Monday, 4 April 2016

The Walls Drew Back

          At One o'clock in the morning Carl, the night porter, turned down the last of three table lamps in the main lobby of the Windemere hotel. The blue carpet darkened a shade or two and the walls drew back into remoteness. The chairs filled with shadowy loungers. In the corners were memories like cobwebs.

Raymond Chandler
I'll be Waiting

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