本文由炫浪TXT社區提供下載，更多好書請訪問http://ncs.xvna.com/
Breakfast at Tiffany''s(v1.1)
Breakfast at Tiffany''s(v1.1)
I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. For instance,
there is a brownstone in the East Seventies where, during the early years of the war, I had my first New
York apartment. It was one room crowded with attic furniture, a sofa and fat chairs upholstered in that
itchy, particular red velvet that one associates with hot days on a tram. The walls were stucco, and a
color rather like tobacco-spit. Everywhere, in the bathroom too, there were prints of Roman ruins
freckled brown with age. The single window looked out on a fire escape. Even so, my spirits heightened
whenever I felt in my pocket the key to this apartment; with all its gloom, it still was a place of my own,
the first, and my books were there, and jars of pencils to sharpen, everything I needed, so I felt, to
become the writer I wanted to be.
It never occurred to me in those days to write about Holly Golightly, and probably it would not now
except for a conversation I had with Joe Bell that set the whole memory of her in motion again.
Holly Golightly had been a tenant in the old brownstone; she''d occupied the apartment below mine. As
for Joe Bell, he ran a bar around the corner on Lexington Avenue; he still does. Both Holly and I used to