Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 4 July 2018

The Day's Last Hour

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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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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Wednesday, 4 July 2018

The Day's Last Hour

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