From Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Sometimes a paragraph of prose stands out as sheer poetry. The line breaks are mine.
Our understanding of each other had
reached that sweet depth where two people
more often in silence than in words;
an affectionate quietness
the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about
that produces a friendship’s more showy
more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Ian, Your Breakfast blog is an amazing tribute.
I was 26 years old when I read this. Of course, it was in paragraph form in the middle of the book somewhere. I don’t know what page . . . but it stopped me cold as a definition of a lifelong friend. And so I present to you as the final Valentine in a Week of Valentines.
–ME “Liz” Strauss.