We still have dreams, but we know that most of them will come to nothing. And we also most fortunately know that it really doesn't matter. - Chandler.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Having just read the admirable profile of Hemingway in the New Yorker I realize that I am much to clean to be a genius, much too sober to be a champ, and far, far too clumsy with a shotgun to live the good life. - Chandler
This is the ultimate end of the fog belt, and the beginning of that semi-desert region where the sun is as light and dry as old sherry in the morning, as hot as a blast furnace at noon, and drops like an angry brick at nightfall.