Saturday, 28 September 2019

A City No Worse

         People were hungry, sick, bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I finished the drink and went to bed.

Raymond Chandler
Farewell My Lovely


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