Why I love Raymond Chandler

by chuckofish

“On the right the great fat solid Pacific trudging into shore like a scrubwoman going home. No moon, no fuss, hardly a sound of the surf. No smell. None of the harsh wild smell of the sea. A California ocean. California, the department-store state. The most of everything and the best of nothing. Here we go again. You’re not human tonight, Marlowe.

The Little Sister

It’s been awhile since we’ve heard from ol’ Raymond Chandler. Such a way with words. Don’t we all feel better now?