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Cyril Connolly
Born September 10, 1903(1903-09-10)
Coventry, Warwickshire, United Kingdom
Died November 26, 1974 (aged 71)
Resting place Berwick, East Sussex
Nationality English
Education St Cyprian's School, Eastbourne and Eton College
Alma mater Balliol College, Oxford
Occupation Author

Cyril Vernon Connolly (10 September 1903 – 26 November 1974) was an English intellectual, literary critic and writer.

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Early life

Cyril Connolly was born in Coventry, Warwickshire, the only child of Major Matthew William Kemble Connolly (1872-1947), an officer in the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, by his Anglo-Irish wife, Muriel Maud Vernon, daughter of Colonel Edward Vernon (1838-1913) J.P., D.L., of Clontarf Castle, Co. Dublin. His parents had met while his father was serving in Ireland, and his father's next posting was to South Africa.[1] Connolly's father was also a malacologist and mineral collector of some reputation and collected many samples in Africa.[2] Cyril Connolly's childhood days were spent with his father in South Africa, with his mother's family at Clontarf Castle, and with his paternal grandmother in Bath and other parts of England.[3]

Connolly was educated at St Cyprian's School, Eastbourne where he enjoyed the company of George Orwell and Cecil Beaton. He was a favourite of the formidable Mrs Wilkes but was later to criticise the "character-building" ethos of the school. He wrote "Orwell proved to me that there existed an alternative to character, Intelligence. Beaton showed me another, Sensibility."[3] Connolly won the Harrow History Prize, pushing Orwell into second place, and the English prize leaving Orwell with Classics.[4] He then won a scholarship to Eton a year after Orwell.

Eton

At Eton, after a traumatic first few terms, he settled into a comfortable routine. He won over his early tormentor Godfrey Meynell and became a popular wit. In 1919 his parents moved to The Lock House on the Basingstoke Canal at Frimley. At Eton Connolly was involved in romantic intrigues and school politics which he described in Enemies of Promise.[3] He established a reputation as an intellectual and earned the respect of Dadie Rylands and Denis King-Farlow. Connolly's particular circle included Denis Dannreuther, Bobbie Longden and Roger Mynors. In summer 1921 his father took him on a holiday to France initiating Connolly's love of travel. In the following winter he went with his mother to Murren where he became friends with Anthony Knebworth. By this time his parents were living separate lives, his mother having established a relationship with another army officer, and his father becoming an increasingly heavy drinker and absorbed in his study of slugs and snails. In 1922 Connolly achieved academic success winning the Rosebery History Prize, and followed this up with the Brackenbury History scholarship to Balliol College, Oxford. In the spring he visited St Cyprian's to report his achievement to his old headmaster, before setting off on a trip to Spain with a school friend. Returning moneyless, he spent the night in a kip at St Martins, London. In his last term at Eton he was elected to Pop which brought him into contact with others he respected including Nico Davis Teddy Jessel and Lord Dunglass.[1] He established rapport with Brian Howard, but, he concluded " moral cowardice and academic outlook debarred him from making friends with Harold Acton, Oliver Messel, Robert Byron, Henry Green and Anthony Powell". Connolly was for years afterwards nostalgic about his time at Eton.[3]

Oxford

Connolly undertook a tour of Germany Austria and Hungary before starting at Oxford University. After his cloistered existence as a King's Scholar at Eton, Connolly felt uncomfortable with the hearty beer-drinking rugby and rowing types Oxford. His own circle included his Eton friends Mynors and Dannruthers who were at Balliol with him and Kenneth Clark whom he met through Bobbie Longden at Kings.[1] He wrote "The only exercise we took was running up bills"[5] His intellectual mentors were the Dean of Balliol "Sligger" Urquhart who organised reading parties on the continent, and the Dean of Wadham, Maurice Bowra. Connolly's academic career languished while his Oxford years were characterised by his travel adventures. In January 1923 he went with Urquhart and other collegers to Italy. In March he undertook his annual visit to Spain and in September went on the annual trip with the college group to Urquhart's chalet in French Alps. On his return he visited his father now in hotel in South Kensington close to the Natural History Museum. At the end of the year he went to Italy and Tunis. At Oxford in 1924 he made a new friend Patrick Balfour, in the spring he went to Spain and in the summer of 1924 went successively to Greece and Crete, Urquhart's chalet in the Alps and Naples. Christmas he spent with his parents in a rare get-together at the Lock House in Hampshire and at the beginning of 1925 went with the college group to Minehead with Urquhart. In his last year at Oxford he was cultivating friendships with younger students Anthony Powell, Henry Yorke and Peter Quennell. In spring he was back in Spain before returning to Oxford to take his final exams.[1]

Drifting

Connolly left Balliol in 1925 with a third class degree in history. He struggled to find employment, while his friends and family sought to pay off his extensive debts. In summer he went for his annual stay at "Sligger" Urquhart's chalet in the French Alps, and in the autumn went to Spain and Portugal. He obtained a post tutoring a boy in Jamaica and set sail for the Caribbean in November 1925. He returned to England in April 1926 on a banana boat in the company of Alwyn Williams, headmaster of Winchester College. He enrolled as a special constable in the General Strike but it was over before he was actively involved. He responded to an advertisement to work as a secretary for Montague Summers but was warned off by his friends. Then in June 1926 he found a post as a secretary/companion for Logan Pearsall Smith. Pearsall Smith was based in Chelsea and also had a house called "Big Chilling" in Hampshire overlooking the Solent. Pearsall Smith was to give Connolly an important introduction to literary life and he influenced his ideas on the role of a writer with a distaste for journalism. Pearsall Smith gave Connolly £8 a week, whether he was around or not, and gave him the run of "Big Chilling".[1]

Literary career

In August 1926 Connolly met Desmond MacCarthy who had come to stay at "Big Chilling". MacCarthy was literary editor of the New Statesman and was to be another major influence on Connolly's development. MacCarthy invited Connolly to write book reviews for the New Statesman. Later that year Connolly made a trip to Budapest and Eastern Europe and then spent the winter of 1926/1927 in London. Pearsall Smith took Connolly with him to Spain in the spring, and Connolly then set off on his own to North Africa and Italy. They met up again in Florence, where Kenneth Clark was working with Bernard Berenson who had married Pearson Smith's sister. Connolly then departed for Sicily and then returned to England via Vienna, Prague and Dresden. Connolly's first signed work in New Statesman, a review of Lawrence Sterne, appeared in June 1927. In July he set off to Normandy with his mother and then for his last stay at the chalet in the Alps. In August 1927, he was invited to become a regular reviewer and joined the staff of the New Statesman. His first review in September was of The Hotel by Elizabeth Bowen. Also in September, Connolly moved into a flat at Yeoman's Row with Patrick Balfour. He was working on various works that never saw the light of day - a novel Green Endings, a travel book on Spain, his diary and A Partial Guide to the Balkans. He approached Cecil Beaton to draw the cover design for the last and he received an advance for the work although it was eventually lost. However he did start contributing pieces to various publications that appeared under his own name and various pen-names. At his time he developed a fascination with low-life and prostitution and spent time in the poorer parts of london seeking out them out (while other contemporaries were seeking out tramps). At the same time he had developed an infatuation with Alix Kilroy whom he had met on a train back from the continent and used to wait outside her office for a sight of her. He then made a more positive romantic approach to Racy Fisher, who was one of a pair of nieces of Desmond MacCarthy's wife Molly. However their father Admiral Fisher wanted them to have nothing to do with a penniless writer and in February 1928 forbade further contact. [1]

Sharing a flat with Balfour, Connolly's social circle expanded with new friends like Bob Boothby and Gladwyn Jebb. However he was ill at ease and set off for Paris in April 1928 where he met Pearsall Smith and Cecil Beaton and visited brothels posing as a journalist. He went on to Italy where he stayed with Berenson and Mrs Keppel where he was taken with her daughter Violet Trefusis. Then via Venice and East European cities he made his way to Berlin to meet up with Jebb. Jebb and Connolly stayed with Harold Nicolson in the company of Ivor Novello and Christopher Sykes and then made a tour of Germany. Connolly returned to Paris in May, borrowing money off Pearsall Smith so he could live cheaply in the rue Delambre. In Paris he met Mara Andrews, a poetic lesbian who was in love with an absent American girl called Jean Bakewell. On the way back to London, Connolly stayed with Nicholson and his wife Vita Sackville-West at Sissinghurst. In August Connolly set off on his travels again to Germany, this time with Bobbie Longden and Raymond Mortimer and the experience gave rise to the essay "Conversations in Berlin" which MacCarthy published in his new magazine Life and Letters. Connolly travelled separately to Villefranche and spent five weeks in Barcelona with Longden before returning to London. Boothby lent him his London flat and he shared Gerald Brenan's fascination with working-class prostitutes with experiences that appeared in his fragment for a novel The English Malady. He spent Christmas at Sledmere with the Sykes family.[1]

At the beginning of 1929 Connolly went briefly to Paris and just before returning to London met Jean Bakewell and stayed an extra night to get to know her. After a while he was drawn to Paris again and through Jean and Mara became acquainted with the bohemian Montparnasse set including Alfred Perles and Gregor Michonze who was to become the basis for Racasse in The Rock Pool. He also met James Joyce about whom he wrote The Position of Joyce which appeared in Life and Letters. Connolly and Bakewell went to Spain together where they met up with Peter Quennell.[1] Connolly then went to Berlin to stay with Nicholson until the latter managed to remove him as "not perhaps the ideal guest"[6] Unable to return to "Big Chilling", he was stuck in Berlin for a month before returning to London. John Betjeman had moved into his room at Yeoman's Row, so he went to stay with Enid Bagnold at Rottingdean before visiting Dorset with Quennell. Bakewell had returned to America in the summer and was planning to return to Paris in the autumn to start a course at the Sorbonne. She had agreed before her departure to marry Connolly and Connolly established himself in Paris in September. They spent most of the rest of the year in Paris, and started their collection of exotic pets - first ferrets and then lemurs. Connolly spent Christmas again at Sledmere.[1]

Marriage

In February 1930, Connolly and Bakewell set off for America. They married in New York on 5 April 1930. Jean Bakewell "was to prove one of the more liberating forces in his life... an uncomplicated hedonist, independent, adventurous, celebrating the moment...an attractive personality: warm, generous, witty and approachable ..."[7] She provided modest financial support that enabled him to enjoy travels, particularly around the Mediterranean, hospitality and good food and drink.[8] The newly married couple lived in various spots in England including the Cavendish Hotel, Bury Street, Bath and Big Chilling before settling in July 1930 at Sanary near Toulon in France. There their close neighbours were Edith Wharton and Aldous Huxley. Although Connolly admired Huxley, the two men failed to establish a rapport, and the wives fell out. Connolly's bohemian home with the disorder of the lemurs was shunned and with debts rising they were forced to scrounge off Jean's mother. Some time in 1931 they left Sanary and toured Provence, Normandy, Brittany, Spain, Morocco and Majorca, before returning to Chagford in Dorset. In November they found a flat near Belgrave Square, and Connolly made his first contribution to the New Statesman for two years. Connolly was also approached by John Betjman editor of the Architectural Review to act as an art critic.[1]

Connolly's art criques appeared in the magazine in 1932 and his friendship with Betjman resulted in visits to his home at Uffington, where he would meet Evelyn Waugh who delighted in teasing Connolly. The Connollys enjoyed being part of a sophisticated literary social scene in London, but towards the end of the year, Jean had to undergo a gynaecological operation. This meant she could not have a child, but made it hard to control her weight.[1]

In February 1933 Connolly took Jean to Greece to recover, where they met Brian Howard. While they were in Athens there was an attempted coup d'état which Connolly later reported in the New Statesman as "Spring Revolution". The Connollys then went with Howard and his boyfriend to Spain and the Algarve. After a row in a bar they were incarcerated in a police cell and were sent back to England with the help of the British Embassy. In June, encouraged by Enid Bagnold, they rented a house at Rottingdean. Writing to Bagnold from Cannes in September Jean complained that their cheques were being bounced and she asked Bagnold to appeal to her husband Sir Roderick Jones of Reuters for help in work. This was dismissed and in November the letting agents for the Rottingdean property wrote an appalling report on the state in which the Connollys had left the place.[1]

Early in 1934 the Connollys took a flat at 312A Kings Road, where they entertained their friends including Waugh and Quennell. Elizabeth Bowen arranged a dinner with Virginia Woolf and her husband when Connolly and Virginia Woolf took an instant dislike to each other. During the year the Connollys went to Mallow and Cork in Ireland. At the end of the year Connlly met Dylan Thomas at a party and early in 1935 invited him in the company of Anthony Powell, Waugh, Robert Byron and Desmond and Mollie McCarthy. By this time Connolly's father was finding himself short of funds and was no longer prepared to bail out his son. However Mrs Warner, Jean's mother funded an expedition to Paris, Juan-les-Pins, Venice, Yugoslavia and Budapest. In Paris, Connolly spent some time with Jack Kahane the avant garde publisher and Henry Miller with whom he established a strong rapport after an initial unsuccessful meeting. In Budapest they found themselves in the same hotel as Edward, Prince of Wales and Mrs Simpson. In 1934 Connolly was working on a trilogy - "Humane Killer", "The English Malady" and "The Rock Pool". Only "The Rock Pool" was completed, the others remaining as fragments.[1]

Books

Connolly's only novel, The Rock Pool (1936), is a satirical work describing a covey of dissolute drifters at an end of season French seaside resort, which was based on his experiences in the south of France. It was initially accepted by a London publishing house but they changed their minds. Faber and Faber was one of the publishers who rejected it, and so Connolly took it to Jack Kahane, who published it in Paris in 1936..[1]

Connolly followed this up with what is considered his best known work the autobiography which forms the second half of Enemies of Promise (1938). In this he attempted to explain his failure to produce the literary masterpiece which he and others believed he should have been capable of writing.

Horizon

In 1940 Connolly founded the influential literary magazine Horizon, with Peter Watson, its financial backer and de facto art editor. He edited Horizon until 1950, with Stephen Spender as an uncredited associate editor until early 1941. He was briefly (1942–43) the literary editor for The Observer, until a disagreement with David Astor. During World War II he wrote The Unquiet Grave under the pseudonym 'Palinurus', which is a noteworthy collection of observations and quotes. From 1952 until his death, he was joint chief book reviewer (with Raymond Mortimer) for the Sunday Times.

In 1962 Connolly wrote Bond Strikes Camp, a spoof account of Ian Fleming's character engaged in heroic escapades of dubious propriety as suggested by the title, and written with Fleming's support. It appeared in the London Magazine and in an expensive limited edition printed by the Shenval Press, Frith Street, London. It later appeared in Previous Convictions.[1]

Personal life

Connolly was married three times. His first wife Jean Bakewell (1910–1950) left him in 1939, moving back to the United States. She later became the wife of Laurence Vail (former husband of Peggy Guggenheim and Kay Boyle) but, following years of health problems, died of a stroke while on a trip to Paris at the age of 39. Connolly married secondly, in 1950, to Barbara Skelton. His third wife, whom he married in 1959, was Deirdre Craven, a granddaughter of James Craig, 1st Viscount Craigavon, by whom he had two children later in life. After Connolly's death in 1974 she married Peter Levi.

In 1967 Connolly settled in Eastbourne, to the amusement of Beaton who suggested he was lured back by the cakes they had enjoyed in school outings to the town.[9] He died at Eastbourne in 1974.

Since 1976, Connolly's papers and personal library of over 8,000 books have been housed at the University of Tulsa.

Assessment

Connolly did his best work as a critic. Like Edmund Wilson in the United States, he wielded enormous influence. An astute and often witty commentator, with great gifts for often cruel mimicry, Connolly informed the thinking and attitudes of a generation. In The Unquiet Grave he writes: "Approaching forty, sense of total failure: ... Never will I make that extra effort to live according to reality which alone makes good writing possible: hence the manic-depressiveness of my style,—which is either bright, cruel and superficial; or pessimistic; moth-eaten with self-pity."

As editor of Horizon, Connolly gave a platform to a wide range of distinguished and emerging writers. He was robust in his criticism of the decline of the Mandarin and perhaps too effusive in his welcome of the New Vernacular.[10] Kenneth Tynan, writing in the March 1954 Harper's Bazaar, praised Connolly's style as 'one of the most glittering of English literary possessions.'

References in popular culture

Cyril Connolly's name appears in a coda to the Monty Python song "Eric the Half-a-Bee", as a mishearing of the words "semi-carnally". Despite being corrected, the backing vocalists then sing "Cyril Connolly" to the melody of the song.[11] The same comedians made another reference to Connolly in The Brand New Monty Python Bok, which includes a facsimile Penguin paperback, "Norman Henderson's Diary", complete with (invented) praise from Connolly.

The critic and publisher Everard Spruce in Evelyn Waugh’s “Sword of Honour” trilogy is a satire of Connolly

Ed Spain, “the Captain” in Nancy Mitford’s 1951 novel “The Blessing” is a satire of Connolly

Michael Nelson’s novel “A Room in Chelsea Square” (1958) is a thinly disguised homosexualised account about Connolly’s time editing “Horizon”.

Elaine Dundy’s novel “The Old Man and Me” (1964) is based on her affair with Connolly

A film producer in Julian MacLaren-Ross’s 1964 thriller “My Name is Love” is based on Connolly. MacLaren-Ross repeated many of the descriptions verbatim in his later memoir of Connolly

Since the film “A Business Affair” (1994) is adapted from Barbara Skelton’s memoirs of her marriage to Cyril Connolly, Jonathan Pryce’s character Alec Bolton in the film is based on Cyril Connolly

Connolly is also fictionalized in Ian McEwan's novel, Atonement. In the novel, the principal character, eighteen-year-old Briony Tallis, sends the draft of a novella she has written to Horizon magazine and Cyril Connolly is shown as replying at length as to why the novella had to be rejected, apart from explaining to Briony her strong and weak points and also mentioning Elizabeth Bowen.

Quotes

Connolly coined many witty epithets and insightful observations, which have been extensively quoted. A few of his best known quotes are listed:

  • "Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
  • "Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but the middle-class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium."
  • "No city should be so large that a man cannot walk out of it in a morning."
  • "Inside every fat man, there is a thin man struggling to get out."
  • "We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament, and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy."
  • "Truth is a river that is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between the arms, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the main river."
  • "There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall."
  • "A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he starts forth, will have condemned himself to second-hand thoughts, and to second-rate friends."
  • "Perfect taste always implies an insolent dismissal of other people's."
  • " We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self."

Works

  • The Rock Pool, 1935 (fiction)
  • Enemies of Promise, 1938
  • The Unquiet Grave, 1944
  • The Condemned Playground, 1945 (collection)
  • The Missing Diplomats, 1952
  • The Golden Horizon 1953 (ed., compilation from Horizon)
  • Les Pavillons: French Pavilions of the Eighteenth Century,1962 (with Jerome Zerbe)
  • Previous Convictions, 1963 (collection)
  • The Modern Movement: 100 Key Books From England, France, and America, 1880–1950, 1965
  • The Evening Colonnade 1973 (collection)
  • A Romantic Friendship, 1975 (letters to Noel Blakiston)
  • Cyril Connolly: Journal and Memoir, 1983 (Edited by D. Pryce-Jones)
  • Shade Those Laurels, 1990 (fiction, completed by Peter Levi)
  • The Selected Works of Cyril Connolly, 2002 (edited by Matthew Connolly) Volume One: The Modern Movement: Volume Two: The Two Natures

Biographies

  • Clive Fisher (1995): Cyril Connolly, St Martin’s Press, New York, ISBN 0-312-13953-5
  • Jeremy Lewis (1995): Cyril Connolly , A Life, Jonathan Cape, London, ISBN 0-224-03710-2

References

  1. ^ a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o Jeremy Lewis Cyril Connolly: A Life Jonathan Cape 1997
  2. ^ Obituary Matthew William Kemble Connolly 1872–1947 Journal of Molluscan Studies· Volume 28, Number 1
  3. ^ a b c d Cyril Connolly Enemies of Promise Routledge & Kegan Paul 1938
  4. ^ St Cyprian's Chronicle - 1916
  5. ^ Cyril Connolly Oxford in our Twenties Harpers & Queen 1973
  6. ^ Nigel Nicholson (ed) Vita and Harold: The letters of Vita Sackville West and Harold Nicholson Weidenfield & Nicholson 1992
  7. ^ Clive Fisher Cyril Connolly: A Nostalgic Life
  8. ^ Peter Quennell Introduction to The Rock Pool" 1981 Persea Books ISBN 978-0-89255-059-3
  9. ^ Cecil Beaton Beaton in the Sixties: More unexpurgated diaries Weidenfield & Nicholson 2003
  10. ^ Michael Shelden (1989): Friends of Promise: Cyril Connolly and the World of Horizon, Hamish Hamilton / Harper & Row, ISBN 0-06-016138-8
  11. ^ Cleese, Idle, Jones: "Eric the Half a Bee", Monty Python's Previous Record, 1972, Charisma Records

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Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once, and they require separate techniques.

Cyril Vernon Connolly (1903-09-101974-11-26) was an English author, editor and critic.

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Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
  • Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
  • Destroy him as you will, the bourgeois always bounces up — execute him, expropriate him, starve him out en masse, and he reappears in your children.
  • He reduced everything to politics; he was also unalterably of the Left. His line may have been unpopular or unfashionable, but he followed it unhesitatingly; in fact it was an obsession. He could not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.
    • On his personal friend, George Orwell, in The Sunday Times (1968-09-29); reprinted in The Evening Colonnade (New York, 1973)

Enemies of Promise (1938)

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Part 1: Predicament

  • I greet you, my educated fellow bourgeois, whose interests and whose doubts I share.
    • Ch. 1: The Next Ten Years (p. 5)
  • I shall christen this style the Mandarin, since it is beloved by literary pundits, by those who would make the written word as unlike as possible to the spoken one. It is the style of all those writers whose tendency is to make their language convey more than they mean or more than they feel, it is the style of most artists and all humbugs.
    • Ch. 2: The Mandarin Dialect (p. 13)
  • The Mandarin style at its best yields the richest and most complete expression of the English language. It is the diction of Donne, Browne, Addison, Johnson, Gibbon, de Quincey, Landor, Carlyle and Ruskin as opposed to that of Bunyan, Dryden, Locke, Defoe, Cowper, Cobbett, Hazlitt, Southey and Newman. It is characterized by long sentences with many dependent clauses, by the use of the subjunctive and conditional, by exclamations and interjections, quotations, allusions, metaphors, long images, Latin terminology, subtlety and conceits. Its cardinal assumption is that neither the writer nor the reader is in a hurry, that both are possessed of a classical education and a private income. It is Ciceronian English.
    • Ch. 3: The Challenge to the Mandarins (p. 17-18)
  • Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once, and they require separate techniques.
    • Ch. 3: The Challenge of the Mandarins (p. 19)
  • We write in the language of Dryden and Addison, of Milton and Shakespeare, but the intellectual world we inhabit is that of Flaubert and Baudelaire; it is to them, and not to their English contemporaries, that we owe our conception of modern life. The artist whose reward is perfection and where perfection can be obtained only by a separation of standards from those of the non-artist is led to adopt one of four rôles: the High Priest (Mallarmé, Joyce, Yeats), the Dandy (Firbank, Beerbohm, Moore), the Incorruptible Observer (Maugham, Maupassant) or the Detached Philosopher (Strachey, Anatole France). What he will not be is a Fighter or Helper.
    • Ch. 4: The Modern Movement (p. 30)
  • The lesson one can learn from Firbank is that of inconsequence. There is the vein which he tapped and which has not yet been fully exploited.
    • Ch. 5: Anatomy of Dandyism (p. 36)
  • So wrote Pater, calling an art-for-art's sake muezzin to the faithful from the topmost turret of the ivory tower.
    • Ch. 5: Anatomy of Dandyism (p. 37)
  • The refractory pupil of Socrates, Aristippus the Cyrene, who believed happiness to be the sum of particular pleasures and golden moments and not, as Epicurus, a prolonged intermediary state between ecstasy and pain.
    • Ch. 5: Anatomy of Dandyism (p.38)

Part 2: The Charlock’s Shade

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.
  • Whom the Gods wish to destroy, they first call promising.
    Young writers if they are to mature require a period of between three and seven years in which to live down their promise. Promise is like the mediaeval hangman who after settling the noose, pushed his victim off the platform and jumped on his back, his weight acting a drop while his jockeying arms prevented the unfortunate from loosening the rope. When he judged him dead he dropped to the ground.
    • Ch. 13: The Poppies (p. 109-110)
  • There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.
    • Ch. 14: The Charlock’s Shade (p. 116)
  • Popular success is a palace built for a writer by publishers, journalists, admirers and professional reputation makers, in which a silent army of termites, rats, dry rot and death-watch beetles are tunnelling away, till, at the very moment of completion, it is ready to fall down. The one hope for a writer is that although his enemies are often unseen they are seldom unheard. He must listen for the death-watch, listen for the faint toc-toc, the critic's truth sharpened by envy, the embarrassed praise of a sincere friend, the silence of gifted contemporaries, the implications of the don in the manger, the visitor in the small hours. He must dismiss the builders and contractors, elude the fans with an assumed name and dark glasses, force his way off the moving staircase, subject every thing he writes to a supreme critical court. Would it amuse Horace or Milton or Swift or Leopardi? Could it be read to Flaubert? Would it be chosen by the Infallible Worm, by the discriminating palates of the dead?
    • Ch. 15: The Slimy Mallows (p. 122-123)
  • It is after creation, in the elation of success, or the gloom of failure, that love becomes essential.
    • Ch. 16: Outlook Unsettled (p. 136)
  • Failure on the other hand is infectious. The world is full of charming failures (for all charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others) and unless the writer is quite ruthless with these amiable footlers, they will drag him down with them.
    • Ch. 16: Outlook Unsettled (p. 136-137)
  • It is by a blend of lively curiosity and intelligent selfishness that the artists who wish to mature late, who feel too old to die, the Goethes, Tolstoys, Voltaires, Titians and Verdis, reach a fruitful senescence. They cannot afford to associate with those who are burning themselves up or preparing for a tragedy or whom melancholy has marked for her own. Not for them the accident-prone, the friend in whom the desire for self-destruction keeps blistering out in broken legs or threatening them in anxiety-neuroses. Not for them the drumming finger, the close-cropt nail, the chewed glasses, the pause on the threshold, the wandering eye, or the repeated ‘um’ and ‘er.’
    • Ch. 16: Outlook Unsettled (p. 137)

Part 3: A Georgian Boyhood

No education is worth having that does not teach the lesson of concentration on a task, however unattractive. These lessons, if not learnt early, will be learnt, if at all, with pain and grief in later life.
  • To this period [age seven] I trace my worst faults. Indecision, for I found that by hesitating for a long time over two toys in a shop I would be given both and so was tempted to make two alternatives always seem equally attractive; Ingratitude, for I grew so used to having what I wanted that I assumed it as a right; Laziness, for sloth is the especial vice of tyrants; the Impatience with boredom that is generated by devotion; the Cruelty which comes from a knowledge of power and the Giving way to moods, for I learnt that sulking, crying, moping and malingering were bluffs that paid.
    • Ch. 18: The Branching Ogham (p. 149)
  • Were I to deduce any system from my feelings on leaving Eton, it might be called The Theory of Permanent Adolescence. It is the theory that the experiences undergone by boys at the great public schools, their glories and disappointments, are so intense as to dominate their lives and arrest their development. From these it results that the greater part of the ruling class remains adolescent, school-minded, self-conscious, cowardly, sentimental, and in the last analysis homosexual.
    • Ch. 24: Vale (p. 253)
  • You imply our education is of no use to you in after life. But no education is. We are not an employment agency; all we can do is to give you a grounding in the art of mixing with your fellow men, to tell you what to expect from life and give you an outward manner and inward poise, an old prescription from the eighteenth century which we call a classical education, an education which confers the infrequent virtues of good sense and good taste and the benefit of dual nationality, English and Mediterranean, and which, taking into account the difficulties of modern life, we find the philosophy best able to overcome them.
    • Ch. 24: Vale (p. 258)
  • No education is worth having that does not teach the lesson of concentration on a task, however unattractive. These lessons, if not learnt early, will be learnt, if at all, with pain and grief in later life.
    • Ch. 24: Vale (p. 259)

The Unquiet Grave (1944)

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  • Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.
    • Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 6)
  • 'Dry again?' said the Crab to the Rock-Pool. 'So would you be,' replied the Rock-Pool, 'if you had to satisfy, twice a day, the insatiable sea.'
    • Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 11)
Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learnt to walk.
  • A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; — such is our personality.
    • Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 20)
  • Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learnt to walk.
    • Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 23)
  • No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.
    • Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 35)
  • Everything is a dangerous drug to me except reality, which is unendurable.
    • Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 37)
  • Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.
    • Part II: Te Palinure Petens (p. 58)
  • There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.
    • Part II: Te Palinure Petens (p. 62)
  • A mistake which is commonly made about neurotics is to suppose that they are interesting. It is not interesting to be always unhappy, engrossed with oneself, malignant or ungrateful, and never quite in touch with reality. Neurotics are heartless.
    • Part II: Te Palinure Petens (p.64)
  • The true index of a man’s character is the health of his wife.
    • Part II: Te Palinure Petens (p. 64)
Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.
  • Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last.
    • Part II: Te Palinure Petens (p. 70)
To succeed a great artist must have both character and fanaticism and few in this country are willing to pay the price.
  • Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.
    • Part III: La Clé des Chants (p. 91)
  • Flaubert spoke true: to succeed a great artist must have both character and fanaticism and few in this country are willing to pay the price. Our writers have either no personality and therefore no style or a false personality and therefore a bad style; they mistake prejudice for energy and accept the sensation of material well-being as a system of thought.
    • Part III: La Clé des Chants (p. 93)
  • Ridiculous as may seem the dualities of conflict at a given time, it does not follow that dualism is a worthless process. The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.
    • Part III: La Clé des Chants (p. 98)
    • Variant: Truth is a river that is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between the arms, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the main river.
      • As quoted in The International Thesaurus of Quotations (1970) compiled by Rhoda Thomas Tripp. This version has also appeared in earlier published sources, but it may be a misquotation.
  • There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking. Thus we hate what threatens our person, our liberty, our privacy, our income, our popularity, our vanity and our dreams and plans for ourselves. If we can isolate this element in what we hate we may be able to cease from hating. Analyse in this way the hatred of ideas or of the kind of people whom we have once loved and whose faces are preserved in Spirits of Anger. Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.
    • Part III: La Clé des Chants (p.103)
Melancholy and remorse form the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality...
  • Melancholy and remorse form the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality; we run aground sooner than the flat-bottomed pleasure-lovers but we venture out in weather that would sink them and we choose our direction.
    • Part III: La Clé des Chants (p.115)

The Condemned Playground (1945)

  • Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm.
  • "Man axalotl here below but I ask very little. Some fragments of Pamphylides, a Choctaw blood-mask, the prose of Scaliger the Elder, a painting by Fuseli, an occasional visit to the all-in wrestling, or to my meretrix; a cook who can produce a passable 'poulet à la Khmer,' a Pong vase. Simple tastes, you will agree, and it is my simple habit to indulge them!"
    • "Told in Gath"

Unsourced

  • Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.
  • The sour smell of the early thirties.

Misattributed

  • The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

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