I took a break for a little while from reading Nero Wolfe mysteries, and while away from them I thought to myself, "they can't POSSIBLY have been as shippy as I recall them being, this shit was written in the 30s and 40s and such"
But then I started reading the next one tonight and
coworker reading a memory called empire on shift and we found out we were both sff fans. she asked my favorite I said book of the new sun because wolfe is my goat. she pulls up her notion with a to-read list and botns is up next. I asked her what her favorite is and now I have her copy of the first book of the locked tomb
In the office, Wolfe sat back with his eyes closed. I took the milk to my desk and poured a glass and sat down and sipped at it. The room was full of smoke and the smell of different drinks and chairs were scattered around and cigar and cigarette ashes were all over the rugs. It annoyed me, and I got up and opened a window. Wolfe said, "Close it," and I got up and closed it again. I poured another glass of milk.
I said, "This bird Chapin is a lunatic, and it's long past midnight. I'm damn good and sleepy."
Wolfe kept his eyes shut, and also ignored me in other ways. I said, "Do you realize we could earn all that jack and save a lot of trouble just by having a simple little accident happen to Paul Chapin?