It got darker. I thought ; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black blood blood at the corners of the mouths beneath them.
Raymond Chandler
Farewell My Lovely
1940
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