But in the spring a postcard came: it was scribbled in pencil, and signed with a lipstick kiss: Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany’s, but almost. Am joined at the hip with duhvine señor. Love? Think so. Anyhoo am looking for somewhere to live (señor has wife, 7 brats) and will let you know address when I know it myself. Mille tendresse. But the address, if it ever existed, never was sent, which made me sad, there was so much I wanted to write her: that I’d sold two stories, had read where the Trawlers were countersuing for divorce, was moving out of the brownstone because it was haunted. But mostly, I wanted to tell her about her cat. I had kept my promise; I had found him. It took weeks of after-work roaming through those Spanish Harlem streets, and there were many false alarms — flashes of tiger-striped fur that, upon inspection, were not him. But one day, one cold sunshiny Sunday winter afternoon, it was. Flanked by potted plants and framed by clean lace curtains, he was seated in the window of a warm-looking room: I wondered what his name was, for I was certain he had one now, certain he’d arrived somewhere he belonged. African hut or whatever, I hope Holly has, too.

Truman Capote – Breakfast at Tiffany’s

5 thoughts on “.

  1. Ce intamplare, eu tocmai asta citeam, cu o intarziere iesita din comun, ocupandu-ma sa-mi rezolv restantele la o facultate pe care nu am urmat-o, dar mi-ar fi placut sa.
    Asa… Ti-o amintesti pe “Domnisoara Holly Golightly, Calatoare”?
    “- Cred ca-ti inchipui ca sunt foarte neobrazata. Sau tres folle. Sau cine stie cum.
    – Deloc.
    A parut dezamagita.
    – Ba da, crezi. Toti cred asta. Nu-mi pasa. Poate sa-mi fie de folos.”

  2. Inca putin:
    “Se aseza pe unul din scaunele rahitice, imbracate in catifea rosie, isi stranse picioarele sub ea si privi de jur imprejur prin camera, uitandu-se si mai crucis.
    – Cum de poti sa stai aici? E o camera de groaza. […] Ce faci toata ziua?
    – Scriu diverse lucruri.
    – Am crezut ca scriitorii sunt oameni batrani. Fireste, Saroyan nu-i batran. L-am cunoscut la o serata si, sincer vorbind, nu-i deloc batran. De fapt, continua ea, daca s-ar barbieri mai cu grija… apropo, cat e de batran Hemingway?”
    Asta azi. Maine seara o vad pe Audrey Hepburn.

  3. Prima data am citit traducerea in romana si nu m-a impresionat deloc. In schimb, acum cand am recitit-o in engleza, m-am indragostit de ea 🙂

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