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April 17, 2015
“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October,
I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars. The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn’t have any clothes on but some very long and convenient hair”. -- Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 17, 2015 9:57 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Clock socks - gotta get me some.
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at April 17, 2015 6:03 PM
Writing that could make a bishop kick in a stained glass window.
Posted by: leelu at April 18, 2015 10:14 AM