With What Dope I Got I Think

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.

Talking Is Something You Can't Do Judiciously Unless You Keep In Practice.

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 Boy Spoke Two Words, The First A Short Guttural Verb, The Second “you.

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.