Hair like steel wool grew far back on his head and gave him a domed brown forehead that might at careless glance seemed a dwelling place for brains.
Raymond ChandlerAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 23, 1888
- Died: March 26, 1959
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