Saturday morning I'm reading Raymond Chandler's The Lady in the Lake on the Red Line headed north. I'm so gobsmacked by an image that I miss my stop and have to reverse my tracks at Bethesda.
Marlowe is passing dollar bills to a bellhop in San Bernardino in exchange for some information:
I separated another dollar from my exhibit and it went into his pocket with a sound like caterpillars fighting.
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