Hab jetzt gerade nochmal „The big Sleep“ von Raymond Chandler rausgezogen…
It was about eleven o´clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and the look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.
Was so beginnt, muß ein Klassiker werden.
Jetzt schraub ich mir einen Gimlet.
Shaft?
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