Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 25 October 2018

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time

TS Eliot

1942

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Herbert Tauss

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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