Hammett: By That Sweet Neck


Eighty-four years ago today the publisher Alfred A. Knopf debuted an instant classic titled The Maltese Falcon. As I always say, the sickest Valentine’s day novel ever.

Yeah, maybe I love you and maybe you love me.

This side of the scale and that side.

If they hang you.

By that sweet neck.

I wonder if someone at Knopf beat each and every post-modernist hipster to the punch in the irony department by about 80 years?

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