[오늘의 한문장] Breakfast at Tiffany's

"I‘ve tried that. I‘ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a
while, but it only makes me giggle. What I‘ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany‘s. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany‘s, then I‘d buy some furniture and give the cat a name. I‘ve thought maybe after the war, Fred and I — " She pushed up her dark glasses, and her eyes, the differing colors of them, the grays and wisps of blue and green, had taken on a far-seeing sharpness. "I went to Mexico once. It‘s wonderful country for raising horses. I saw one place near the sea. Fred‘s good with horses."
(47/130p. Penguin Classic, 2022) - P47

But he‘s gota point, I should...

But he‘s gota point, I should feel guilty. Not because they would have given me the part or because I would have been good: they wouldn‘t and I wouldn‘t. If I do feel guilty,
I guess it‘s because I let him go on dreaming when I wasn‘t dreaming a bit. I was just vamping for time to make a few self-improvements: I knew damn well I‘d never be a movie star. It‘s too hard; and if you‘re intelligent, it‘s too embarrassing. My complexes aren‘t inferior enough: being a movie star and having a big fat ego are supposed to go hand-in-hand; actually, it‘s essential not to have any ego at all. I don‘t mean I‘d mind being rich and famous. That‘s very much on my schedule, and some day I‘ll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I‘d like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany‘s. - P45

Very few authors, especially ...

Very few authors, especially the unpublished, can resist an invitation to read aloud. I made us both a drink and, settling in a chair opposite, began to read to her, my voice a little shaky with a combination of stage fright and enthusiasm: it was a new story, I’d finished it the day before, and that inevitable sense of shortcoming had not had time to develop. It was about two women who share a house, schoolteachers, one of whom, when the other becomes engaged, spreads with anonymous notes a scandal that prevents the marriage. As I read, each glimpse I stole of Holly made my heart contract. She fidgeted. She picked apart the butts in an ash-tray, she mooned over her fingernails, as though longing for a file; worse, when I did seem to have her interest, there was actually a tell-tale frost over her eyes, as if she were wondering whether to buy a pair of shoes she‘d seen in some window. - P25

˝Hold on,˝ he said, gripping ...

"Hold on," he said, gripping my wrist. "Sure I loved her. But it wasn’t that I wanted to touch her." And he added, without smiling: "Not that I don’t think about that side of things. Even at my age, and I’ll be sixty-seven January ten. It’s a peculiar fact—but, the older I grow, that side of things seems to be on my mind more and more. I don’t remember thinking about it so much even when I was a youngster and it’s every other minute. Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden. Whenever I read in the paper about an old man disgracing himself, I know it’s because of this burden. But"—he poured himself a jigger of whiskey and swallowed it neat—"I’ll never disgrace myself. And I swear, it never crossed my mind about Holly. You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who’s a friend." - P147

I’D BEEN LIVING IN THE house about a week when I noticed that the mailbox belonging to Apt. 2 had a name-slot fitted with a curious card. Printed, rather Cartier-formal, it read: Miss Holiday Golightly; and, underneath, in the corner, Traveling. It nagged me like a tune: Miss Holiday Golightly, Traveling. - P156

I AM ALWAYS DRAWN BACK to pla...

I AM ALWAYS DRAWN BACK to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. - P65

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. - P65