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“The ride had begun. The theatre and club spectaculars seemed to stick up into the sky at all sorts of crazy angles, probably because most of them were planted diagonally on rooftops. Follow Thru, Whoopee, Show Boat, El Fay Club, Club Richman, Texas Guinan's. It gave the town the appearance of standing on its ear. ("The Number's Up")”

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Cornell Woolrich
Cornell Woolrich

Cornell Woolrich was an American novelist known for his suspense novels. His works are characterized by their tense atmosphere and complex psychological descriptions, which have had a profound impact on detective novels and thrillers in films. more

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