One of Those Mornings: Raymond Chandler

“It was the kind of morning that seems to go on forever. I was flat and tired and dull and the passing minutes seemed to fall into a void, with a soft whirring sound. Birds chirped in the shrubbery outside and the cars went up and down the Boulevard endlessly….”

The Long Good-Bye 1953

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