The Cheaper The Crook, The Gaudier The

I First Heard Personville Called Poisonville By A Red-haired Mucker Named Hickey Dewey In The Big Ship In Butte. He Also Called His Shirt A Shoit.

The Problem With Putting Two And Two Together Is That Sometimes You Get Four, And Sometimes You Get Twenty-two.

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.

I Distrust A Man That Says When. If He's Got To Be Careful Not To Drink To Much It's Because He's Not To Be Trusted When He Does.

It's Sometimes Better To Pretend I Don't Hear The Sound Of Somebody In The Nearby Woods With A Shotgun.