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57f6dba
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Leave us do the thinking sweetheart. It takes equipment.
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Raymond Chandler |
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6312bf1
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Hair like steel wool grew far back on his head and gave him a domed brown forehead that might at careless glance seemed a dwelling place for brains.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Maybe I was tired and irritable. Maybe I felt a little guilty. I could learn to hate this guy without even knowing him. I could just look at him across the width of a cafeteria and want to kick his teeth in.
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zmn hmh chyz r pst w fsd w chrwkhydh mykhnd. trjdy zndgy yn nyst khh chyzhy zyb jwn mymyrnd, blkhh yn st khh zndgy anh r pyr w khwr mykhnd.
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جوانی
پیری
زندگی
مرگ
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Raymond Chandler |
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753d03c
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It could have been a beautiful friendship," Beifus said with a sigh. "Except for the ice pick, of course."
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Raymond Chandler |
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34e8093
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There was nothing to it. The Super Chief was on time, as it almost always is, and the subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket.
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Raymond Chandler |
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8997baa
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Don't be a hero, young man. There's no percentage in it.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Alcohol is like love," he said. "The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off."
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883cb38
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The fear of today," he said, "always overrides the fear of tomorrow. It's a basic fact of the dramatic emotions that the part is greater than the whole. If you see a glamour star on the screen in a position of great danger, you fear for her with one part of your mind, the emotional part. Notwithstanding that your reasoning mind knows that she is the star of the picture and nothing very bad is going to happen to her. If suspense and menace d..
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Raymond Chandler |
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The house itself was not so much. It was smaller than Buckingham Palace, rather gray for California, and probably had fewer windows than the Chrysler Building.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I looked at Spangler. He was leaning forward so far he was almost out of his chair. He looked as if he was going to jump. I couldn't think of any reason why he should jump, so I thought he must be excited. I looked back at Breeze. He was about as excited as a hole in the wall.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Sheriff Petersen just went right on getting re-elected, a living testimonial to the fact that you can hold an important public office forever in our country with no qualifications for it but a clean nose, a photogenic face and a close mouth. If on top of that you look good on a horse, you are unbeatable.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I lit one of Mr. Talbot's cigarettes and hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Talbot, wherever they were, were having a much better time than I was. I hoped I would live long enough to come and visit them.
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Raymond Chandler |
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A three-piece Mexican band was making the kind of music a Mexican band always makes. Whatever they play, it all sounds the same. They always sing the same song, and it always has nice open vowels an a drawn-out, sugary lilt, and the guy who sings it always strums on a guitar and has a lot to say about amor, mi corazon, a lady who is "linda" but very hard to convince, and he always has too long and too oily hair and when he isn't making with..
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Raymond Chandler |
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Marlowe's the name. The guy you've been trying to follow around for a couple of days." "I ain't following anybody, doc." "This jalopy is. Maybe you can't control it. Have it your own way. I'm now going to eat breakfast in the coffee shop across the street: orange juice, bacon and eggs, toast, honey, three or four cups of coffee, and a toothpick. I am then going up to my office, which is on the seventh floor of the building right opposite yo..
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noir-breakfast
poor-harry-jones
so-noir-it-hurts
machine-gun
philip-marlowe
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c583b5d
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Philip Marlowe, 38, a private licence operator of shady reputation, was apprehended by police last night while crawling through the Ballona Storm Drain with a grand piano on his back. Questioned at the University Heights Police Station, Marlowe declared he was taking the piano to the Maharajah of Coot-Berar. Asked why he was wearing spurs, Marlowe declared that a client's confidence was sacred. Marlowe is being held for investigation. Chief..
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I lit a cigarette and dragged a smoking stand beside the chair. The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips. I looked the place over. You can't tell anything about an outfit like that. They might be making millions, and they might have the sheriff in the back room, with his chair tilted against the safe.
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He's on a bus to Las Vegas. He has a friend there who will give him a job." She brightened up very suddenly. "Oh- to Las Vegas? How sentimental of him. That's where we were married." "I guess he forgot," I said, "or he would have gone somewhere else."
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Raymond Chandler |
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633107e
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A slice of spumoni wouldn't have melted on her now.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Real cities have something else, some individual bony structure under the muck. Los Angeles has Hollywood -- and hates it. It ought to consider itself damn lucky. Without Hollywood it would be a mail order city. Everything in the catalogue youi could get better somewhere else.
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hollywood
los-angeles
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09ae7e5
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I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets.
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scarecrows
so-noir-it-hurts
philip-marlowe
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f8da987
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Everything written with vitality expresses that vitality; there are no dull subjects, only dull minds.
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writing
vitality
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Call me Sunset. I'm always moving west.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Maybe it's the TV commercials. They make you hate everything they try to sell. God, they must think the public is a halfwit. Every time some jerk in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck holds up some toothpaste or a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of beer or a mouthwash or a jar of shampoo or a little box of something that makes a fat wrestler smell like mountain lilac I always make note never to buy any. Hell, I wouldn't ..
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Raymond Chandler |
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The living room was still dark, because of the heavy growth of the shrubbery the owner had allowed to mask the windows. I put a lamp on and mooched a cigarette. I lit it. I stared down at him. I rumpled my hair which was already rumpled. I put the old tired grin on my face.
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Raymond Chandler |
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No visible scars. Hair dark brown, some gray. Eyes brown. Height six feet, one half inch. Weight about one ninety. Name Philip Marlowe. Occupation private detective.
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Raymond Chandler |
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4888198
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Sooner or later I may figure out why you like being a kept poodle.
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Raymond Chandler |
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cdabd26
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The solution, once revealed, must seem to have been inevitable. At least half of all the mystery novels published violate this law." ( , 1949)"
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writing
solution
mysteries
technique
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2f09598
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That's the difference between a champ and a knife thrower. The champ may have lost his stuff temporarily or permanently, he can't be sure. But when he can no longer throw the high hard one, he throws his heart instead. He throws something. He doesn't just walk off the mound and weep.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I wasn't doing any work that day, just catching up on my foot dangling.
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Raymond Chandler |
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After a moment I pushed my chair back and went over to the french windows. I opened the screens and stepped out on to the porch. The night was all around, soft and quiet. The white moonlight was cold and clear, like the justice we dream of but don't find.
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Raymond Chandler |
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She was staring after me with an expression she probably would have said was thoughtful.
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Raymond Chandler |
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He didn't know the right people. That's all a police record means in this rotten crime-ridden country.
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politics
police
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Personally I like the English style better. It is not quite so brittle, and the people as a rule, just wear clothes and drink drinks. There is more sense of background, as if Cheesecake Manor really existed all around and not just the part the camera sees; there are more long walks over the Downs and the characters don't all try to behave as if they had just been tested by MGM. The English may not always be the best writers in the world, bu..
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murder-mysteries
fiction-writing
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It was a nice face, a face you get to like. Pretty, but not so pretty that you would have to wear brass knuckles every time you took it out.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Go on home and knit socks, darling,
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Raymond Chandler |
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The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective." (Letter, April 19, 1951)"
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writing
private-detective
realism
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2342a4d
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I looked at the ornaments on the desk. Everything standard and all copper. A copper lamp, pen set and pencil tray, a glass and copper ashtray with a copper elephant on the rim, a copper letter opener, a copper thermos bottle on a copper tray, copper corners on the blotter holder. There was a spray of almost copper-colored sweet peas in a copper vase. It seemed like a lot of copper.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Most people go through life using up half their energy trying to protect a dignity they never had.
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Raymond Chandler |
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Thick cunning played on her face, had no fun there and went somewhere else.
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Raymond Chandler |
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ba6aab7
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You can live a long time in Hollywood and never see the part they use in pictures...
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Raymond Chandler |
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She's a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge's second term, I'll eat my spare tire, rim and all.
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Raymond Chandler |
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I wouldn't say she looked exactly wistful, but neither did she look as hard to get as a controlling interest in General Motors
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hard-boiled
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Raymond Chandler |
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1cbfca3
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There was a time when actors went in at the back door. Most of them still should.
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Raymond Chandler |