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It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid-October, with the sun not shining and
a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue
suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks
with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care
who knew it.

The Big Sleep - Raymond Chandler (1888 - 1959)