Monday, September 17, 2012

Dud Eye Dick

Did you ever have one of those days
When your head fills with gunk, your eyes glaze?
If you talk it's a jumble,
Try to walk and you stumble,
And your bedroom becomes like a maze?

Private eye Philip Marlowe (Dick Powell) in Murder, My Sweet (Edward Dmytryk, 1944).  "'Okay Marlowe,' I said to myself. 'You're a tough guy. You've been sapped twice, choked, beaten silly with a gun, shot in the arm until you're crazy as a couple of waltzing mice. Now let's see you do something really tough - like putting your pants on.'"   Title by lazy-eyed David Cairns.

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