Breakfast at Tiffany's

I don't know if the movie is anything like the book, but Truman Capote is great:

She was not alone. There was a man following behind her. The way his plumb hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically. (17)

from Capote, Truman. (1958) Breakfast at Tiffany's. New York: Penguin.