"What is this place anyway?"
"You said you wanted to sit down - it's the public library."
"You've never been here?"
"No. That makes two for me. I don't see any books."
For all my crowing about loving bookshelves I've never actually been inside the New York Public Library, isn't that something? Oh I've stood on its steps and caressed the lion statues I know too well from Ghostbusters (a scene we've already covered for this series) but I've never gone inside, so I've no idea if this is what it looks like.
I love the way George Peppard pulls out one perfectly placed drawer of the card-catalog just to rest his elbow so he can properly lean with requisite suavity. What a stud.
Of course, as it turns out anyway the Library
is not nearly as nice a place as Tiffanys.
Truman Capote was born on this day 91 years ago.