Monday, January 13, 2014


There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can never get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.

— From Red Wind by Raymond Chandler

2 comments:

bj said...

"Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen." Pure poetry ... I gotta read the rest ....

Ol'Buzzard said...

Sounds like something from Science Fiction Theater 3000.
the Ol'Buzzard