There is the pale, pale blonde with anemia of some non-fatal but incurable type. She's very languid and very shadowy and she speaks softly out of nowhere and you can't lay a finger on her because in the first place you don't want to and in the second place she is reading The Wasteland or Dante in the original, or Kafka or Kiergegaard or studying Provencal.
Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye
1953
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