No, no, no – wait, wait, wait!
Just because you think you might’ve had enough Chandler doesn’t mean you’re not wrong.
Picture this. A beauty so elegant, so divine, she renders her beholder invisible.
The old bar waiter came drifting by and glanced softly at my weak Scotch and water. I shook my head and he bobbed his white thatch, and right then a dream walked in.
Continue reading The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler (1953)
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