AN INTERVIEW WITH HOLLY AND GUY ~ by Sailor Online
Holly Golightly is the star in Truman Capote's BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S and Guy Montag is the man in Ray Bradbury's FAHRENHEIT 451. Both are brilliant creations. As for Sailor, I will leave you to work out who he might be. Tis a fiction, but a fiction.
AN INTERVIEW WITH HOLLY AND GUY by Sailor Online
SAILOR: So where did you two guys meet?
GUY MONTAG: In a reader's head. He'd just read us and there we were!
HOLLY GOLIGHTLY: (beaming broadly) Yeah, in his head.
GUY: We just, kinda, met, and she fell for my earnest good intentions. Nothing to do with how much I work out now, nothing at all.
HOLLY: I thought you were thinner than a Maine winter, when I first saw you.
GUY: That's cause I'd been stumbling around after the war.
HOLLY: Yeah, you were in bad shape
GUY: That's the thing about writers. They take no responsibility for what happens to us after the last page of our stories, that last, final, full stop. Then they die and it's too late. We go on. In my case, stumbling around in post-apocalypse America, coast to coast dead cities. You had it easy babes.
HOLLY: Only he (smiles at Guy) could call running a steak-n-tango joint on the arty side of BA easy.
SAILOR: BA?
GUY: Buenos Aires. You know, whre she ended up after Rio. It's all right there in the novella. You have read it, right? Only joking, Sailor, man!
HOLLY: (pats Sailor's knee) Take no notice. It's a side of him Ray Bradbury just never developed, just never knew about.
GUY: There was a lot Ray never knew about me.
SAILOR: Ach, the downsides of being a hero figure in a dystopian classic, I guess.
GUY: I guess.
HOLLY: Can I build you a drink, Sailor darling? This interview must be making you awfully thirsty, what with the air-con in this joint. I don't know how you guys survive the heat outside and the cold inside these days.
GUY: A Holly Golightly White Lady on the rocks is not to be sniffed at Sailor. (sighs happily) Will you just look at her!
HOLLY: Down boy. (shakes drink)
GUY: (to Sailor) If Ray and Truman knew the half of it .. (chuckles, winks)
HOLLY: (to Sailor) I think the lunk inhaled too much kerosene buring all those books year on year..
SAILOR: What sort of books do you guys read now? This for all the goodreads.commers.
GUY: Hol reads more tha I do, always has. There's nothing she won't read and hasn't read. She has great taste. I've never said this before, but she'd make a great writer, too.
HOLLY: Stephen King, can't stop reading him. I've so tried to get Guy to read THE STAND. Don't you think he's just love THE STAND? And THE PRODIGY, I so wish I could get him to listen to FIRESTARTER. NO! I mean it!
GUY: See what I have to live with?
SAILOR: Which iPod have you got there?
HOLLY: (holds her iPod up) Over 10,000 songs on the sucker. Ain't that something!
GUY: Bradbury was so advanced. He nailed the iPod with his earshells. And I swear to you his family walls predicted Facebook and wall to wall televisions, don't you think. I'm lucky he wrote me. A class act Ray Bradbury, a top class act.
SAILOR: And what is the fabulous Holly Golightly's view of Truman Capote?
HOLLY: Don't have one, never have, no need.
SAILOR: But he created you!
HOLLY: I like to think I created him, sugar
SAILOR: That is just soooo Holly Golightly.
HOLLY: How could it not be? I said it.
SAILOR: Would you, either of you like to be real?
HOLLY: Well you're a fine one to ask! 'Sailor'.
GUY: We are real, real fictions. We've sprung from human minds. Is a mind real? If it is, then that which it produces is real.
SAILOR: Imagination is real?
GUY: Metaphysically, yes. And surely our metaphycial creations exceed our physical creations. So maybe they and we are more real than ..
HOLLY: We're as real as money, is what he's saying.
GUY: And my small shifting hiatus hernia is real.
HOLLY: I somtimes think he's like good old Joe Bell in BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S. He even knocks the Tums back. And you might not believe this but he's taken to the flower arranging malrky, too. Now ain't that something? Who'd have thought Guy Montag would turn out a flower arranger? But I love him.
SAILOR: That's a sweet thing to say.
HOLLY: I love him because he makes me feel real in a way that Cayote Capote and Buster Bradbury never could Put that in your interview, every word of it.
GUY: And I love her because ..
HOLLY: Because I'm out of one book you and Chief Beatty could never burn. Ain't that the truth!
GUY: (smiling at Sailor) You see how she is. And why I love her to death. How can I disagree?
SAILOR: You can't.
GUY: The flower arranging.. It calms me down. I've had a stressful life. FAHRENHEIT 451 is not an easy book to be in. I mean, would you like to be Guy Montage? No, I thought not. Nor did I, to be honest with you. I especially like tulips. I don't know what it is about tulips, but..
SAILOR: And do you still ride Holly?
HOLLY: Are you kidding? Not after that caper in BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S. I lost the heir, don't forget. That Capote put me through a miscarriage. It was the lowest of the lows for me.
GUY: (taking Holly's hand) Yeah, Truman had no real idea what he put Holly through.
HOLLY: Awe, thanks sugar. (kissed Guy on lips, slowly at first and then with growing passion)
SAILOR: (aside) Shall we talk among ourselves a while? They seem to, erm, like each other. (Guy comes up for air) So tell me Guy Montag, how does it feel to be on the receiving end of a smacker from Miss Golightly-Flaming-Lips?
GUY: Hotter-n a pistol! (smiles at Holly) I just love her, always will.
SAILOR: Fred in BREAKFAST would be jealous.
HOLLY: Ach, he was gay and I was a geisha. And that was then. (blows a kiss) Hi Fred, darling. Wherever you are. You and the birdcage, 'Open wide the mind's cage door.'
SAILOR: Shelley?
HOLLY: Keats. The one thing Fred gave me.
SAILOR: Keatss?
HOLLY: A real love of reading, books-n-all. I can never get enough.
GUY: (smiling) So it was all worth it, saving the books.
HOLLY: Yeah, it was all worth it. (to Sailor) We all love this guy. (pulls Guy's arm playfully)
GUY: Yeah, but I did burn a lot of books. That I regret. But that's how I was written to be, a book burner. But I like to think I turned out OK in the end.
HOLLY: (to Sailor) I'm just so lucky I met this guy. Books, all down to books, books, books. We were born in books, Guy and I. People love us still, I'm told. (Sailor nods) We're lucky. We're timeless, immutable, never age. (holds her smartphone up) If I could just phone Capote, tell him.. I think it would make him very happy, to know we live on, to know how I met Guy here.
SAILOR: How did you meet actually?
GUY: We were in the mind of the same reader. He, the reader, had just finished BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S..
HOLLY: And loved every word of it, darling. Keep this bit in Sailor, sweetness.
GUY: Apparently, he, the reader, was creased double at the cavalry charge in Central Park.
HOLLY: Sparks flying. Terrifying.
GUY: As I was saying.. He then read FAHRENHEIT 451 and seems to have loved that, too, though in a different sort of way.
HOLLY: Because you were hot, babes. They all loved it because you were on fire, babes.
GUY: (to Sailor, feigning exhasperation) The Golightly magic.
HOLLY: I'm serious. I ran off to Rio when the merde hit. You.. (mists up) You went to the old professor, did the right thing, fought for what was right.
GUY: And torched a man, don't forget. (lowers his head)
HOLLY: An evi, fascist, book-burner. You stood up for books and freedom and the right to think differently. You're a hero to me. You really are. Me? I even pitched my cat into the trashcans from a moving limmo. (lowers her head)
SAILOR: (squirming a little in his seat) Can you tell us what you did in Rio?
HOLLY: No. It's not in the story, so we can't tell. Some things are forever private. (looks at Guy, as if for support) None of us can. Ours are story lives, real, but still story lives. We end with the story as far as the world is concerned. That last .. full .. stop. Over. done, world.
GUY: Except we go on.
HOLLY: Peter and Patsy Pan, forever young.
SAILOR: Yet here you are.
GUY: Yet here we are.
HOLLY: thanks to something remarkable and truly beautiful that happened in the mind of a reader.
GUY: I once heard of a reader who said to a writer, 'I'm just a reader'. But where would any of us be without her, the reader? Readers are all.
SAILOR: But they need writers, right? Or how else could they be readers?
HOLLY: You guys! Golightly.
GUY: (exchanges glance with Sailor) See, see how she is? It's why I..
SAILOR: Why we all love her.
HOLLY: Run that past me again, sugar.
SAILOR: I see you have a Kindle Fire there, and an iPod. May I ask what you're reading right now, an your fave listen?
HOLLY: What is this, Desert Island Discs? MUSE. I'm definitely into MUSE. We've been to a couple of their gigs, me and lunk here. (pulls Guy's arm)
SAILOR: (to Guy) Are you into MUSE, too?
GUY: Luckily, yes. We mosh. It's been great. We dress up. Holly loves it. And the great beauty is we can be so totally ourselves, not know by anyone. I'm just the lucky guy with no hair, but with this beautiful young woman on my arm. Now, how good is that?
SAILOR: And how do you fell about this beautiful young woman's Kindle, Mr. Montag of book saving fame?
GUY: My, that's a cute question for a Thursday afternoon in January! (thinks) I love it. Because she loves it. She reads all the time, not always on the Kindle, real book books too.. All the time. She's probably itching to read now, if truth be told. Everything. She reads everything because she is THE reader.
SAILOR: So tell me, Holly Golightly, what's on your Kindle right now?
HOLLY: I'm reading this astonishingly wonderful novella. I just love novellas. And I'm not just saying that because I'm in one. The one I'm reading right now: WATCHING SWIFTS. By some Brit writer, R.J.Askew. No, I'd never heard of him. But I have now. And so have you. It's just.. He makes me cry. In a good way. He makes me cry. There's a glass half full guy and a glass half empty guy. It's an allegory. There's Nature. This messed up war photographer, Emma Saywell, who reminds me of me, of how I might have been if I'd had a, like, job. Leonardo's this artist guy who sees more with his artist's eye than Emma ever sees through her camera lens. Blah. Life, love, death, being alive, London's Kew Gardens, beauty, poetry. Are you getting the vibe of the verb? It's good verb Sailor, I tweet you not. Different. Very not mean. Very not average. Very, very me.
GUY: And that's what it's all about, right? It's not my sort of read, but if Holly likes it..
HOLLY: Like is not a word I love, sugar. I love that little story. I wish I was in it, is all.
GUY: Babes? (Holly lowers her head and sniffs) ..you alright?
HOLLY: (sobs) Yes, I'm very happy.
GUY: You sure?
HOLLY: It's just so.. (sobs) ..damned poetic.
SAILOR: Do you want to stop the interview? I see how upset you are.
HOLLY: No, sweetheart. I'm not upset. I just get this way. Stories. Books. Fred. I've never forgiven myself for how I dissed Fred when he was trying to get me to read his story. And I went and dissed him. Because I didn't know then. Now I know. I read. And I know. There's beauty in books for those lucky enough to know how and where to look. 'Tell me, are you a real writer?' I said to him. I'm going to help you,' I said. 'I can, too. Think of all the people I know who know people.' But I didn't, not really. Do me a favour Sailor..
SAILOR: A WATCHING SPARROWS kind of favour?
HOLLY: SWIFTS, WATCHING SWIFTS. Trust me, download it. Read it. Tell me what you think. I'm serious, Guy. Or you can't run the interview.
GUY: Holly!
HOLLY: No, I mean it. I let Fred down. I won't let R.J. down. Is is a deal, Sailor?
SAILOR: Look.. (loads amazon.co.uk onto his tablet, searches for book, adds to basket, buys) There. Done.
HOLLY: You rock, Sailor! Has anyone ever told you that? You soooo rock!
SAILOR: Guy Montag of FAHRENHEIT 451, Holly Golightly of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S thank you.
HOLLY: Thank YOU! Sailor. I've always loved your music. Guy does. too. We saw you twice when you toured the States. In fact, I so don't believe I'm going to do this. (pulls out a copy of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S) Please may I ask if you sign this for me..
GUY: Holly!
HOLLY: What? What did I say? (Sailor, being the wag he is, signs, with a broad grin on his face)
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WATCHING SWIFTS .. amazon UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/WATCHING-SWIF...
WATCHING SWIFTS .. amazon US
http://www.amazon.com/WATCHING-SWIFTS...
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AN INTERVIEW WITH HOLLY AND GUY by Sailor Online
SAILOR: So where did you two guys meet?
GUY MONTAG: In a reader's head. He'd just read us and there we were!
HOLLY GOLIGHTLY: (beaming broadly) Yeah, in his head.
GUY: We just, kinda, met, and she fell for my earnest good intentions. Nothing to do with how much I work out now, nothing at all.
HOLLY: I thought you were thinner than a Maine winter, when I first saw you.
GUY: That's cause I'd been stumbling around after the war.
HOLLY: Yeah, you were in bad shape
GUY: That's the thing about writers. They take no responsibility for what happens to us after the last page of our stories, that last, final, full stop. Then they die and it's too late. We go on. In my case, stumbling around in post-apocalypse America, coast to coast dead cities. You had it easy babes.
HOLLY: Only he (smiles at Guy) could call running a steak-n-tango joint on the arty side of BA easy.
SAILOR: BA?
GUY: Buenos Aires. You know, whre she ended up after Rio. It's all right there in the novella. You have read it, right? Only joking, Sailor, man!
HOLLY: (pats Sailor's knee) Take no notice. It's a side of him Ray Bradbury just never developed, just never knew about.
GUY: There was a lot Ray never knew about me.
SAILOR: Ach, the downsides of being a hero figure in a dystopian classic, I guess.
GUY: I guess.
HOLLY: Can I build you a drink, Sailor darling? This interview must be making you awfully thirsty, what with the air-con in this joint. I don't know how you guys survive the heat outside and the cold inside these days.
GUY: A Holly Golightly White Lady on the rocks is not to be sniffed at Sailor. (sighs happily) Will you just look at her!
HOLLY: Down boy. (shakes drink)
GUY: (to Sailor) If Ray and Truman knew the half of it .. (chuckles, winks)
HOLLY: (to Sailor) I think the lunk inhaled too much kerosene buring all those books year on year..
SAILOR: What sort of books do you guys read now? This for all the goodreads.commers.
GUY: Hol reads more tha I do, always has. There's nothing she won't read and hasn't read. She has great taste. I've never said this before, but she'd make a great writer, too.
HOLLY: Stephen King, can't stop reading him. I've so tried to get Guy to read THE STAND. Don't you think he's just love THE STAND? And THE PRODIGY, I so wish I could get him to listen to FIRESTARTER. NO! I mean it!
GUY: See what I have to live with?
SAILOR: Which iPod have you got there?
HOLLY: (holds her iPod up) Over 10,000 songs on the sucker. Ain't that something!
GUY: Bradbury was so advanced. He nailed the iPod with his earshells. And I swear to you his family walls predicted Facebook and wall to wall televisions, don't you think. I'm lucky he wrote me. A class act Ray Bradbury, a top class act.
SAILOR: And what is the fabulous Holly Golightly's view of Truman Capote?
HOLLY: Don't have one, never have, no need.
SAILOR: But he created you!
HOLLY: I like to think I created him, sugar
SAILOR: That is just soooo Holly Golightly.
HOLLY: How could it not be? I said it.
SAILOR: Would you, either of you like to be real?
HOLLY: Well you're a fine one to ask! 'Sailor'.
GUY: We are real, real fictions. We've sprung from human minds. Is a mind real? If it is, then that which it produces is real.
SAILOR: Imagination is real?
GUY: Metaphysically, yes. And surely our metaphycial creations exceed our physical creations. So maybe they and we are more real than ..
HOLLY: We're as real as money, is what he's saying.
GUY: And my small shifting hiatus hernia is real.
HOLLY: I somtimes think he's like good old Joe Bell in BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S. He even knocks the Tums back. And you might not believe this but he's taken to the flower arranging malrky, too. Now ain't that something? Who'd have thought Guy Montag would turn out a flower arranger? But I love him.
SAILOR: That's a sweet thing to say.
HOLLY: I love him because he makes me feel real in a way that Cayote Capote and Buster Bradbury never could Put that in your interview, every word of it.
GUY: And I love her because ..
HOLLY: Because I'm out of one book you and Chief Beatty could never burn. Ain't that the truth!
GUY: (smiling at Sailor) You see how she is. And why I love her to death. How can I disagree?
SAILOR: You can't.
GUY: The flower arranging.. It calms me down. I've had a stressful life. FAHRENHEIT 451 is not an easy book to be in. I mean, would you like to be Guy Montage? No, I thought not. Nor did I, to be honest with you. I especially like tulips. I don't know what it is about tulips, but..
SAILOR: And do you still ride Holly?
HOLLY: Are you kidding? Not after that caper in BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S. I lost the heir, don't forget. That Capote put me through a miscarriage. It was the lowest of the lows for me.
GUY: (taking Holly's hand) Yeah, Truman had no real idea what he put Holly through.
HOLLY: Awe, thanks sugar. (kissed Guy on lips, slowly at first and then with growing passion)
SAILOR: (aside) Shall we talk among ourselves a while? They seem to, erm, like each other. (Guy comes up for air) So tell me Guy Montag, how does it feel to be on the receiving end of a smacker from Miss Golightly-Flaming-Lips?
GUY: Hotter-n a pistol! (smiles at Holly) I just love her, always will.
SAILOR: Fred in BREAKFAST would be jealous.
HOLLY: Ach, he was gay and I was a geisha. And that was then. (blows a kiss) Hi Fred, darling. Wherever you are. You and the birdcage, 'Open wide the mind's cage door.'
SAILOR: Shelley?
HOLLY: Keats. The one thing Fred gave me.
SAILOR: Keatss?
HOLLY: A real love of reading, books-n-all. I can never get enough.
GUY: (smiling) So it was all worth it, saving the books.
HOLLY: Yeah, it was all worth it. (to Sailor) We all love this guy. (pulls Guy's arm playfully)
GUY: Yeah, but I did burn a lot of books. That I regret. But that's how I was written to be, a book burner. But I like to think I turned out OK in the end.
HOLLY: (to Sailor) I'm just so lucky I met this guy. Books, all down to books, books, books. We were born in books, Guy and I. People love us still, I'm told. (Sailor nods) We're lucky. We're timeless, immutable, never age. (holds her smartphone up) If I could just phone Capote, tell him.. I think it would make him very happy, to know we live on, to know how I met Guy here.
SAILOR: How did you meet actually?
GUY: We were in the mind of the same reader. He, the reader, had just finished BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S..
HOLLY: And loved every word of it, darling. Keep this bit in Sailor, sweetness.
GUY: Apparently, he, the reader, was creased double at the cavalry charge in Central Park.
HOLLY: Sparks flying. Terrifying.
GUY: As I was saying.. He then read FAHRENHEIT 451 and seems to have loved that, too, though in a different sort of way.
HOLLY: Because you were hot, babes. They all loved it because you were on fire, babes.
GUY: (to Sailor, feigning exhasperation) The Golightly magic.
HOLLY: I'm serious. I ran off to Rio when the merde hit. You.. (mists up) You went to the old professor, did the right thing, fought for what was right.
GUY: And torched a man, don't forget. (lowers his head)
HOLLY: An evi, fascist, book-burner. You stood up for books and freedom and the right to think differently. You're a hero to me. You really are. Me? I even pitched my cat into the trashcans from a moving limmo. (lowers her head)
SAILOR: (squirming a little in his seat) Can you tell us what you did in Rio?
HOLLY: No. It's not in the story, so we can't tell. Some things are forever private. (looks at Guy, as if for support) None of us can. Ours are story lives, real, but still story lives. We end with the story as far as the world is concerned. That last .. full .. stop. Over. done, world.
GUY: Except we go on.
HOLLY: Peter and Patsy Pan, forever young.
SAILOR: Yet here you are.
GUY: Yet here we are.
HOLLY: thanks to something remarkable and truly beautiful that happened in the mind of a reader.
GUY: I once heard of a reader who said to a writer, 'I'm just a reader'. But where would any of us be without her, the reader? Readers are all.
SAILOR: But they need writers, right? Or how else could they be readers?
HOLLY: You guys! Golightly.
GUY: (exchanges glance with Sailor) See, see how she is? It's why I..
SAILOR: Why we all love her.
HOLLY: Run that past me again, sugar.
SAILOR: I see you have a Kindle Fire there, and an iPod. May I ask what you're reading right now, an your fave listen?
HOLLY: What is this, Desert Island Discs? MUSE. I'm definitely into MUSE. We've been to a couple of their gigs, me and lunk here. (pulls Guy's arm)
SAILOR: (to Guy) Are you into MUSE, too?
GUY: Luckily, yes. We mosh. It's been great. We dress up. Holly loves it. And the great beauty is we can be so totally ourselves, not know by anyone. I'm just the lucky guy with no hair, but with this beautiful young woman on my arm. Now, how good is that?
SAILOR: And how do you fell about this beautiful young woman's Kindle, Mr. Montag of book saving fame?
GUY: My, that's a cute question for a Thursday afternoon in January! (thinks) I love it. Because she loves it. She reads all the time, not always on the Kindle, real book books too.. All the time. She's probably itching to read now, if truth be told. Everything. She reads everything because she is THE reader.
SAILOR: So tell me, Holly Golightly, what's on your Kindle right now?
HOLLY: I'm reading this astonishingly wonderful novella. I just love novellas. And I'm not just saying that because I'm in one. The one I'm reading right now: WATCHING SWIFTS. By some Brit writer, R.J.Askew. No, I'd never heard of him. But I have now. And so have you. It's just.. He makes me cry. In a good way. He makes me cry. There's a glass half full guy and a glass half empty guy. It's an allegory. There's Nature. This messed up war photographer, Emma Saywell, who reminds me of me, of how I might have been if I'd had a, like, job. Leonardo's this artist guy who sees more with his artist's eye than Emma ever sees through her camera lens. Blah. Life, love, death, being alive, London's Kew Gardens, beauty, poetry. Are you getting the vibe of the verb? It's good verb Sailor, I tweet you not. Different. Very not mean. Very not average. Very, very me.
GUY: And that's what it's all about, right? It's not my sort of read, but if Holly likes it..
HOLLY: Like is not a word I love, sugar. I love that little story. I wish I was in it, is all.
GUY: Babes? (Holly lowers her head and sniffs) ..you alright?
HOLLY: (sobs) Yes, I'm very happy.
GUY: You sure?
HOLLY: It's just so.. (sobs) ..damned poetic.
SAILOR: Do you want to stop the interview? I see how upset you are.
HOLLY: No, sweetheart. I'm not upset. I just get this way. Stories. Books. Fred. I've never forgiven myself for how I dissed Fred when he was trying to get me to read his story. And I went and dissed him. Because I didn't know then. Now I know. I read. And I know. There's beauty in books for those lucky enough to know how and where to look. 'Tell me, are you a real writer?' I said to him. I'm going to help you,' I said. 'I can, too. Think of all the people I know who know people.' But I didn't, not really. Do me a favour Sailor..
SAILOR: A WATCHING SPARROWS kind of favour?
HOLLY: SWIFTS, WATCHING SWIFTS. Trust me, download it. Read it. Tell me what you think. I'm serious, Guy. Or you can't run the interview.
GUY: Holly!
HOLLY: No, I mean it. I let Fred down. I won't let R.J. down. Is is a deal, Sailor?
SAILOR: Look.. (loads amazon.co.uk onto his tablet, searches for book, adds to basket, buys) There. Done.
HOLLY: You rock, Sailor! Has anyone ever told you that? You soooo rock!
SAILOR: Guy Montag of FAHRENHEIT 451, Holly Golightly of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S thank you.
HOLLY: Thank YOU! Sailor. I've always loved your music. Guy does. too. We saw you twice when you toured the States. In fact, I so don't believe I'm going to do this. (pulls out a copy of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S) Please may I ask if you sign this for me..
GUY: Holly!
HOLLY: What? What did I say? (Sailor, being the wag he is, signs, with a broad grin on his face)
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WATCHING SWIFTS .. amazon UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/WATCHING-SWIF...
WATCHING SWIFTS .. amazon US
http://www.amazon.com/WATCHING-SWIFTS...
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There's one aspect which has evaded Holly Golightly, being the eternally youthful icon she is. Yes, the story is full of love and life and poetic experiences. But the best thing is : Whoever reads 'Watching Swifts' has been given one little magic ingredient to cherish forever - the chance of staying young.
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