The other part of me wanted to get out and stay out, but this was the part i never listened to. Because if i had i would have stayed in the town where i was born and worked in the hardware store and married the boss's daughter and had five kids and read them the funny paper on Sunday morning and smacked their heads when they got out of line and squabbled with the wife about how much spending money they were to get and what programs they could have on the radio or tv set. I might even get rich - small-town rich - an eight-room house, two cars in the garage, chicken every Sunday and the Readers Digest on the living room table, the wife with a cast-iron permanent and me with a brain like a sack of Portland cement. You take it friend, i'll take the big, sordid, dirty, crooked city.
Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye
1953
unknown
Portland, Oregon 1948
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