She was wearing white linen slacks, and a white jacket trimmed with big brass buttons, and white open-toed pumps, and a red sash around her waist. She pulled all the life out of the lobby and focused it on herself, like a little boy sucking soda through a straw.And since I can’t do this next passage (also from SALLY) justice with just two and April 18th being Norbert Davis’s 100th b-day here’s 2x2 and the reason he rivals Chandler in my humble opinion:
The Mojave Desert at sunset looks remarkably like a painting of a sunset on the Mojave Desert which, when you come to think of it, is really quite surprising. Except that the real article doesn’t show such good color sense as the average painting does. Yellows and purples and reds and various other violent subunits of the spectrum are splashed all over the sky, in a monumental exhibition of bad taste. They keep moving and blurring and changing around, like the color movies they show in insane asylums to keep the idiots quiet.The Women of Mystery will have more awe-inspiring two-fers. On the 18th, I plan to re-run an old post to celebrate Norbert’s b-day.