Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 24 April 2018

Man is condemned to be free ; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

Jean Paul Sartre

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Lake Michigan, Chicago
1965

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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