Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 22 May 2021

To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.

Soren Kierkegaard

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Thomas Eakins

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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