All that is Holly

She even covets with style, that Audrey Hepburn. Standing outside Tiffany's, munching on her breakfast, she is ambition assembling on the sidewalk. My understanding of Ms. Holly Golightly has evolved over the years, my embrace of her has widened. She is pitiable ofcourse. She is shallow, she is flakey, she is greedy, she is a gold digger, she is a prostitute, she is a depressive, she is a coward, she is an abused child trying to forget. Holly Golightly, born to the wrong parents, born to poverty, born to a life begging to end. Runaway at 14, and married at 14 to a man the age of her grandfather, she runs away from him as well, with dreams of marrying a rich man (chosen through thorough perusal of a list of the 50 richest men in America under 50) and accommodating her brother in her good fortune. Holly Golightly is an invention - from her name to her hair - she is all mask, fingering into whatever face will get her through the door to Tiffanys. For Holly is the quintessential outsider. An outsider to the dominant class, an outsider to the dominant gender, an outsider to the dominant narrative of her times. Her desperation to get in only confirms her place outside. She will knit and pretend cook and parrot Portuguese her way in. She will fuck, she will marry, she will sell kidney her way in.

She is almost paedophilic in appeal. She is flimsy in size, a girl really, ever so clutchable. And her great suffering has taught her to make flimsy of everything around her. How can she take life so seriously if it has been nothing but shitty to her. So she makes fun of it, laughs in its face, sticks her thumb out at it. Enjoys it, almost rebelliously. Holly will empty you of the heavy molten of age and fill you with titter and patter. She will make you forget, atleast for the moment, the fucking fragility of it all. She is child, unpossessed of the past and the future. Men want, at that time, to possess her. Then, to her closest, she is the death of child - a broken innocence, a fledgling identity, a growing vulnerability to the savagery of time. Men want, at that time, to protect her. She is never actually fully adult. 

(this description can only grow)