It was an atmosphere of luxurious exhaustion, like a ripened, shedding rose, while all that waited outside was the failing New York afternoon. — La Cote Basque, 1965, Truman Capote
It was an atmosphere of luxurious exhaustion, like a ripened, shedding rose, while all that waited outside was the failing New York afternoon. — La Cote Basque, 1965, Truman Capote