Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Almost without Sound
Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form itself on the edge of consciousness.
Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939
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