I find this selected passage vague but whole. It reminds me of an abstract painting around the center of it. & it ends with a somehow tender bang.
In this brief paragraph, Capote takes us on a ride that begins with blinding bliss, then reminds us of incoherent claims; something usual of Holly.
& perfectly conspicuous, in the last part of a sentence, it brings us back to the reality of Holly. Leaving us wondering. What is true when she talks of her life? & if nothing is, she may be wiser than we think, just trying to stay sane.