Fragments of Noir

Sunday, 14 April 2019

You Can Never Tell

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Joan Crawford

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Mildred Pierce
1945

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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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Sunday, 14 April 2019

You Can Never Tell

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