Especially as it applies to people of extreme privilege making appalling noises about how put upon they are. Now that we’re done with the truly creepy, let’s turn our attention to the lighter side of October. The decorating has begun… Stay cool, cats.
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. The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler
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