The Thin Man

by Dashiell Hammett

I remembered Nora had not touched her Scotch and soda, so I went into the bedroom and drank it.

What do you have to do to get a drink?” I said: “You have to walk over to that table where the ice and bottles are and pour it.” Mimi said: “You drink too much.”

Everyone in this book drinks too much. I seems as if it's their only pastime.

“I wouldn’t have any reason to hurt her: she was always on the up and up with me.” “That’s all swell,” I said, “only you’re peddling your fish in the wrong market.”

I shook my head. “I’d tell you if I knew. Don’t let newspapers fool you: I’m not in this. Ask the police.” “That’d be very smart.” He smiled with his lower lip again. “That’d be the smartest thing I ever did. Me that a police captain’s been in a hospital three weeks on account we had an argument. The boys would like me to come in and ask ’em questions. They’d like it right down to the end of their blackjacks.”

technocracy

There's a new word for my vocabulary

“What’s the matter with her?” “Hysteria,” I told him. “She and the daughter had a row last night and she blew up.” “A row about what?” “God knows—one of those feminine brain-storms.”

Wow female hysteria. SMH