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“But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. I discovered, from observing the trash-basket outside her door, that her regular reading consisted of tabloids and travel folders and astrological charts; that she smoked an esoteric cigarette called Picayunes; survived on cottage cheese and Melba Toast; that her vari-colored hair was somewhat self-induced. The same source made it evident that she received V-letters by the bale. They were torn into strips like bookmarks. I used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing. Remember and miss you and rain and please write and damn and goddamn were the words that recurred most often on these slips; those, and lonesome and love.”

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

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Truman Capote
Truman Capote

Truman Capote was an American author renowned for his distinctive narrative style and his works that frequently blurred the lines between fiction and non-fiction. His most celebrated novel, 'In Cold Blood,' is a seminal work in American literature, merging elements of true crime with literary fiction. Born on September 30, 1924, Capote passed away on August 25, 1984. more

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