Holly Golightly, glittering socialite traveller, generally upwards, sometimes sideways and once in a while down.  Shes up all night drinking cocktails and breaking hearts.  Shes a shoplifter, a delight, a drifter, a tease.  She hasnt got a past.She doesnt want to belong to anything or anyone.  Not to Rusty Trawler, the blue-chinned, cuff-shooting millionaire man about women about town.  Not to Salvatore Sally Tomato, the Mafia sugar-daddy doing life in Sing Sing.  Not to a starving writer.  Not even to her one-eyed rag-bag pirate of a cat.  One day Holly might find somewhere she belongs.  Until then shes travelling.