Friday, October 7, 2016
From The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler
"Vivian's lips parted slowly until her teeth caught the light and glittered like knives."
From Chapter 22
Thursday, October 6, 2016
"'He's not drunk, Steve,' she said gently. 'He's dead. In yellow pajamas -- in my bed. With my gun in his hand. You didn't think he was just drunk -- did you, Steve?'"
From The King in Yellow, Chapter 5
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
They always say,
Resolutely defies translation
Which rather dampens one's admiration.*
*Not to be mean?
Same deal with Racine.
MADE ME THINK
"It made me think of... What a rogue I am! Never mind, never mind... silence!"
From November 8
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
From The Nigger of the Narcissus, by Joseph Conrad
"In the afternoon men went about washing clothes and hanging them out to dry in the unprosperous breeze with the meditative languor of disenchanted philosophers. Very little was said."
From Chapter Five