The Return of Philip Marlowe
October 21, 2015 § Leave a comment
After having ploughed my way through memoirs, biographies, and one volume accounts of battles I felt the need to settle down with something that didn’t take up too much mental capacity. And so I opted for the wisecracking, private dick Marlowe.
Lines such as these put a leer on my face:
From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away.
I decided I could lose nothing by the soft approach. If that didn’t produce for me—and I didn’t think it would—nature could take its course and we could bust up the furniture.