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Originally Posted by Dien Rice
Hi Gordon,
I think you're right... hot days make people upset, angry... people are out on the streets... It's like a bubbling cauldron, ready to boil over...
Your wonderful prose reminded me of this... "There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge."
(Opening paragraph of "Red Wind" by Raymond Chandler) Thanks!
Best wishes,
Dien |
which churned the normally calm waters into a hate steam filled water spout and scalded the onlookers as they looked toward the sky.
The hot air blew out of town as quickly and loudly as it entered, leaving no doubt that there would be a path of destruction sure to follow wherever it went.
The perch cried, the natives wilted, the pig skin was cooked and the spaniels sizzled.
The mistake on the lake...
became the fake on the lake.
And the women of the New Reich paid their respects.
All when the New Amsterdam Sirocco blew through town,
the scorched necks of the free sang hymns and blew kisses.
GJA