A scene like this, a ransom scene, calls for a noirish mood: shadows, sinister silhouettes. But the sky wasn't cooperating. We were having one of our pink nights.—Jeffrey Eugenides, 2002, Middlesex, p. 502
A scene like this, a ransom scene, calls for a noirish mood: shadows, sinister silhouettes. But the sky wasn't cooperating. We were having one of our pink nights.
—Jeffrey Eugenides, 2002, Middlesex, p. 502