Saturday, January 27, 2018

Reprise: Some Saturday Noir

At one o'clock in the morning, Carl, the night porter, turned down the last of three table lamps in the main lobby of the Windermere Hotel. The blue carpet darkened a shade or two and the walls drew back into remoteness. The chairs filled with shadowy loungers. In the corners were memories like cobwebs. 

Read Raymond Chandler's "I'll Be Waiting."

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