Ending 11 – from an American novel published in 1939

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What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was. But the old man didn’t have to be. He could lie quiet in his canopied bed, with his bloodless hands folded on the sheet, waiting. His heart was a brief, uncertain murmur. His thoughts were as gray as ashes. And in a little while he too, like Rusty Regan, would be sleeping the big sleep.

On the way downtown I stopped at a bar and had a couple of double Scotches. They didn’t do me any good. All they did was make me think of Silver-Wig, and I never saw her again.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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4 Responses to Ending 11 – from an American novel published in 1939

  1. suburbanlife says:

    James – I’m guessing Raymond Chandler’s “The Big Sleep” – a great ending!

  2. angie says:

    Yes, definitely “The Big Sleep.” What a great book. Thanks for reminding me of it.

    (real blog is Moxie)

  3. maryt says:

    Oh, James, someone beat me to it…

  4. Lucy says:

    ‘The Big Sleep’ is awesome book!

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