Raymond Chandler has a birthday. Selection of phrases and fragments

Raymond Thornton Chandler

Passed his childhood and youth in England where he also worked as a journalist. Served in the World War I and at the end of the conflict he returned to the United States and settled in California. Started to write reports for the famous cheap magazines black gender (the so-called pulps) when he was 45 years old.

The eternal dream (1939) was his first novel where he presented acid, impetuous but also sentimental Philip Marlowe, who starred in 7 of them and 2 stories. And from there he chained equally successful titles, several of them taken to the movies, for which he was also a screenwriter in the 40s.

Phrases and fragments

The Lady of the Lake

The eternal dream

1. It was around eleven in the morning, in the middle of October. The sun was not shining and in the clarity of the foothills it was clear that it had rained. I was wearing my dark blue suit with a dark blue shirt, tie and a colorful handkerchief out of the pocket, black shoes and woolen socks of the same color trimmed with dark blue trim. He was neat, clean, shaved, and collected, and I didn't care if he showed. He was everything a private detective should be. I was going to visit four million dollars.
2. I am thirty-three years old, I went to university for a season and I still know how to speak English if someone asks me to, which doesn't happen very often in my profession. I once worked as an investigator for Mr. Wilde, the District Attorney. Your chief investigator, a fellow named Bernie Ohls, called me up and said you wanted to see me. I'm still single because I don't like policewomen.

The long goodbye

1. I watched the strip of pale skin that appeared between the burned skin of her thighs and the mesh. I watched her carnally. Then it disappeared from my sight, hidden by the sloping roof. A moment later I saw her descend like an arrow doing a one and a half. The splash rose high enough to reach the sun and make several rainbows as beautiful as the girl herself. Then she went back to the stairs and took off her white cap and shook her hair. He wiggled his butt toward a white table and sat next to a lumberjack in white cotton pants and smoked glasses and so burned that he couldn't be anything other than the pool keeper. He leaned over and patted her thigh. She opened a mouth the size of a fire hydrant and laughed. That ended my interest in her. I couldn't hear her laugh, but the chasm in her face when she opened the zip over her teeth was enough for me.
2. There are places where the police are not hated, Commissioner. But in those places you would not be a police officer.

Bye doll

• In such an outfit, the subject went unnoticed, much like a tarantula on a cream pie.

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