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"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."

a friend says this was written by raymond chandler. you & i'll just have to take his word for it.. and in other news: you might like to know that henri cartier-bresson has died. one of the 20th century's most important photographers, no doubt.


Aug. 4th, 2004 06:12 pm (UTC)
Very sad news. He took some great pictures of James Joyce that I really love. He did have a long and fruitful life though. Cheers, Scribble