Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 24 April 2019

The Devil's Purse

My memories are like the coins in the devil's purse; when it was opened, nothing was found in it but dead leaves.

Jean Paul Sartre

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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, 24 April 2019

The Devil's Purse

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