And suddenly it was. Suddenly, watching the tangled colours of Holly‘s hair flash in the red-yellow leaf light, I loved her enough to forget myself, myself-pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen. - P102
The trouble was, I couldn‘t see her; rather, I saw several Hollys, a trio of sweaty faces so white with concern that I was both touched and embarrassed.
‘Honestly. I don‘t feel anything. Except ashamed.‘ - P104
That evening, photographs of Holly were front-paged by the late edition of the Journal-American and by the early editions of both the Daily News and the Daily Mirror. The publicity had nothing to do with runaway horses. It concerned quite another matter,
as the headlines revealed: PLAYGIRL ARRESTED IN NARCOTICS SCANDAL (Journal-American), ARREST DOPE-SMUGGLING ACTRESS (Daily News), DRUGRING EXPOSED, GLAMOUR GIRL HELD (Daily Mirror). - P105
There is one especially gross error in this report:she was not arrested in her ‘luxurious apartment‘. It took place in my own bathroom. I was soaking away my horse-ride pains in a tub of scalding water laced with Epsom salts; Holly, an attentive nurse, was sitting on the edge of the tub waiting to rub me with Sloan‘s liniment and tuck me into bed. - P108
I was too sore and shaky to dress myself; Joe Bell had to help. Back at his bar he propped me in the telephone booth with a triple martini and a brandy tumbler full of coins. - P111
But I couldn‘t think who to contact. José was in Washington, and I had no notion where to reach him there. Rusty Trawler? Not that bastard! Only: what other friends of hers did I know?
Perhaps she‘d been right when she‘d said she had none, not really. - P111
I sat down on Holly‘s bed, and hugged Holly‘s cat to me, and felt as badly for Holly, every iota, as she could feel for herself.
‘Yes, I will oblige.‘ - P114
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