in The Thin Man (1934, dir. Woody Van Dyke) (via)
She grinned at me. “You got types?”
“Only you, darling – lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.”
-Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man (1929)
“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”
“Love and lust bring out the devil in everyone.”
– Charles Gounod
That quirky little tune that preceded Alfred Hitchcock everywhere he went has a name. It is The Funeral March of the Marionette, composed by Charles Gounod sometime in the second half of the 19th century as a short piece for piano.