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I needed a drink and was in a hurry to get one. I
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Intentan ser honestos, pero la honestidad es un arte. El mal escritor es deshonesto sin saberlo, y el escritor mas o menos bueno puede que sea deshonesto porque no sabe sobre que ser honesto.
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What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me,
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Raymond Chandler |
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He had a sort of dry musty smell, like a fairly clean Chinaman.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Trouble is my business," I said. "How else would I make a nickel?"
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Raymond Chandler |
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La primera sensacion fue que, si alguien me renia, yo me echaria a llorar. La segunda, que la habitacion era demasiado pequena para mi cabeza. Sentia la frente muy lejos de la nuca, y los lados enormemente distantes el uno del otro, a pesar de lo cual un sordo latido pasaba de una sien a otra. Las distancias no significan nada hoy en dia.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Her hand was small and had shape, not the usual bony garden tool you see on women nowadays.
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Raymond Chandler |
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He's just a lost dog," she added with a cool smile. "Perhaps you can find a home for him. He's housebroken--more or less." And"
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Lois Magic was not listed in the phone book.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I called him up from a phone booth. The voice that answered was fat. It wheezed softly, like the voice of a man who had just won a pie-eating contest.
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Raymond Chandler |
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What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.
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She was a tall, seedy, sad-eyed blonde who had once been a policewoman and had lost her job when she married a cheap little check bouncer named Johnny Horne, to reform him. She hadn't reformed him, but she was waiting for him to come out so she could try again.
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The customer was middle-aged, handsomely dressed, and drunk. He wanted to talk and he couldn't have stopped even if he hadn't really wanted to talk. He was polite and friendly and when I heard him he didn't seem to slur his words much, but you knew that he got up on the bottle and only let go of it when he fell asleep at night. He would be like that for the rest of his life and that was what his life was. You would never know how he got tha..
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Raymond Chandler |
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American girls are terrific. American wives take too damn much territory.
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So you shoot people," she said quietly. "You're a killer." "Me? How?" "The papers and the police fixed it up nicely. But I don't believe everything I read." "Oh, you think I accounted for Geiger - or Brody-or both of them." She didn't say anything. "I didn't have to," I said. "I might have. I suppose, and got away with it. Neither of them would have hesitated to throw lead at." "That makes you a killer at heart, like all cops." "Oh, nuts."
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murder
noir-style
detective-novel
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This was more like it, a narrowed cluttered little shop stacked with books from floor to ceiling and four or five browsers taking their time- putting thumb marks on the new jackets. Nobody paid any attention to them.
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Raymond Chandler |
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the same broken promise of a life of ease. I
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I needed a drink. I needed a lot of life insurance. I needed a vacation. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun.
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writing
inspirational
hard-boiled
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The law isn't justice. It's a very imperfect mechanism. If you press exactly the right buttons and are also lucky, justice may show up in the answer. A mechanism is all the law was ever intended to be.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets. I
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Fejezzuk be ezt a beszelgetest. Tulsagosan sok benne a felkialtojel.
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sarcastic
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They were never young and will never be old. They have no beauty, no charm, no style. They don't have to please anybody. They are safe. They
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The place was horrible by daylight. The Chinese junk on the walls, the rug, the fussy lamp, the teakwood stuff, the sticky riot of colors, the totem pole, the flagon of ether and laudanum - all this in the daytime had a stealthy nastiness, like a fag party.
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I still held his automatic more or less pointed at him, but he swung on me just the same. It caught me flush on the chin. I backstepped fast enough to keep from falling, but I took plenty of the punch. It was meant to be a hard one, but a pansy has no iron in his bones, whatever he looks like.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Their constant yelping about a free press means, with a few honorable exceptions, freedom to peddle scandal, crime, sex, sensationalism, hate, innuendo, and the political and financial uses of propaganda.
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The air was thick, wet, steamy and larded with the cloying smell of tropical orchids in bloom.
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tropical
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A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.
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hair
flowers
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Tire el diario a un rincon y encendi la TV. Despues de la nauseabunda pagina de sociales, hasta los luchadores que aparecian en la pantalla parecian buenos. Lo cual probablemente era cierto. Sobre todo por la pagina de sociales.
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I didn't ask to see you. You sent for me. I don't mind your ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a Scotch bottle. I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. But don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me.
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manners
snark
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twice. You
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El alcohol es como el amor --expreso--. El primer beso es magia; el segundo, intimidad; el tercero, rutina. Despues de eso lo que hacemos es descestir a la muchacha.
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Raymond Chandler |
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El alcohol es como el amor --expreso--. El primer beso es magia; el segundo, intimidad; el tercero, rutina. Despues de eso lo que hacemos es desvestir a la muchacha.
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I used to like mine with champagne. The champagne as cold as Valley Forge and about a third of a glass of brandy beneath it.
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Era como alguien que uno encuentra en un barco y llega a conocer muy bien aunque, al mismo tiempo, no lo conozca en absoluto. Se habia ido de la misma forma que el pasajero que se despide en el muelle diciendo "nos veremos pronto, viejo", y uno sabe que jamas se volveran a ver. Y si es que se vuelven a ver, el sera una persona completamente diferente, solo otro rotario en su coche. "?Como andan los negocio? !Oh!, no estan mal. Tiene buen as..
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Maybe you don't like tall girls with honey-colored hair and skin like the first strawberry peach the grocer sneaks out of the box for himself.If you don't, I'm sorry for you. (Pearls Are A Nuisance)
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Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)
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redheads
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then Malloy took the gun away from whoever did it.
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Raymond Chandler |
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He said: "Go ---- yourself."
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Raymond Chandler |
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Rain filled the gutters and splashed knee-high off the sidewalk. Big cops in slickers that shone like gun barrels had a lot of fun carrying giggling girls across the bad places. The rain drummed hard on the roof of the car and the burbank top began to leak. A pool of water formed on the floorboards for me to keep my feet in. It was too early in the fall for that kind of rain.
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rain
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I went back to my car again and sat and sat. The top dripped on my knees and my stomach burned from the whiskey. No more cars came up the hill. No lights went on in the house before which I was parked. It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.
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whisky
waiting
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I got back on the runway and took all of it and some of the hedge and gave the front door the heavy shoulder. This was foolish. About the only part of a California house you can't put your foot through is the front door. All it did was hurt my shoulder and make me mad.
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doors
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Her eyes narrowed until they were a faint greenish glitter, like a forest pool far back in the shadow of trees.
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metaphor
green-eyes
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Leave the gun out of it. I can always hear the sound of money.
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money
money-talks
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