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GETTING 22 A glance told me all I needed to know. The room had been Chandlerised. A bishop was kicking a hole in a stained glass window whilst eating a pearl onion on a banana split but not the angel cake 'cos it had a tarantula on it. Everywhere there were kangaroos in dinner jackets. Somehow Raymond's words had escaped the constructs of the language & similes and metaphors had become real realer than real. I kept walking in ordinary prose each footstep a boring report. trying not to break into a metaphor or smile in simile or anything similar. I made it to the last page and dived into the dark hole that opened at my feet into THE END. I had managed to make it through these mean pages ( it's hard being a linguistic private **** in one's mind ) when one is falling asleep and the Chandler ( the studied text ) fall out of the too tired hand but oh no I had somehow entered the realms of one Dashiell Hammett. Me...I felt like somebody "...had taken the lid off life let me see the works." "The problem with putting..." ( I thought to myself ) "...two and two together..." "...is that sometimes you get four & sometimes you get twenty two."
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
GETTING 22
GETTING 22 A glance told me all I needed to know. The room had been Chandlerised. A bishop was kicking a hole in a stained glass window whilst eating a pearl onion on a banana split but not the angel cake 'cos it had a tarantula on it. Everywhere there were kangaroos in dinner jackets. Somehow Raymond's words had escaped the constructs of the language & similes and metaphors had become real realer than real. I kept walking in ordinary prose each footstep a boring report. trying not to break into a metaphor or smile in simile or anything similar. I made it to the last page and dived into the dark hole that opened at my feet into THE END. I had managed to make it through these mean pages ( it's hard being a linguistic private **** in one's mind ) when one is falling asleep and the Chandler ( the studied text ) fall out of the too tired hand but oh no I had somehow entered the realms of one Dashiell Hammett. Me...I felt like somebody "...had taken the lid off life let me see the works." "The problem with putting..." ( I thought to myself ) "...two and two together..." "...is that sometimes you get four & sometimes you get twenty two."
*** Sometimes study and sleep don't mix and I tell myself: "If you don't leave, I'll get somebody who will." These were just some of the quotes from Mr. C and Mr. H that were floating about in the old noggin as sleep and study fought to a stalemate for the mind of this poor student. “The problem with putting two and two together is that sometimes you get four, and sometimes you get twenty-two.” ― Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man “He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him see the works.” ― Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon "It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window."--Farewell, My Lovely (Chapter 13) “He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake.” --Farewell, My Lovely (Chapter 1) “There was nothing to it. The Super Chief was on time, as it almost always is, and the subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket.” ― Raymond Chandler, Playback “I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.” ― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
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