"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."
— Raymond Chandler, "Red Wind"
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