We found a table. Nora said: “She’s pretty.””If you like them like that.”She grinned at me. “You got types?”
“Only you, darling – lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.”
“And how about the red-head you wandered off with at Quinns’ last night?”
“That’s silly,” I said. “She just wanted to show me some French etchings.
-Nick talking to wife Nora, The Thin Man, Dashiel Hammett, 1933
So Many Thoughts
"May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks." – J.R.R. Tolkien
So Many Thoughts 