This is funny, I was just re-reading Dashiell Hammet’s The Maltese Falcon (It all goes back to Humphrey Bogart) and what do I run across on a fellow author’s, Suzanne Purvis’ blog?
“…What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had got out of step, and not into step, with Life.”
(Dashiell Hammett)
Ain’t it the truth?
