It's mostly the playing cards that had been imprinted in mind. The protagonist whose name I no longer know is characterized as a silver-tongued cheat that uses a deck that's badly battered and composed of cards from half a dozen mismatched sets. I don't recall if Vance's prose is so good as my memory has made it out to be.Fascinating tidbits of detail here. Is there anything more poignant than that scene where the dying sun colors the sky in blood? Who else could have interpreted a sunset thusly? When I read it myself, I was blown away by the genius of such pathos, as were you, obviously.