Evelyn Waugh
Evelyn Waugh
Arthur Evelyn St. John Waughwas an English writer of novels, biographies and travel books. He was also a prolific journalist and reviewer of books. His most famous works include the early satires Decline and Falland A Handful of Dust, the novel Brideshead Revisitedand the Second World War trilogy Sword of Honour. Waugh is recognised as one of the great prose stylists of the English language in the 20th century...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth28 October 1903
summer fruit always-alone
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper...
sadness forever looks
...she had regained what I thought she had lost forever, the magical sadness which had drawn me to her, the thwarted look that had seemed to say, "Surely I was made for some other purpose than this?
suffering holy brideshead-revisited
No one is ever holy without suffering.
oxford interesting people
You spend the first term at Oxford meeting interesting and exciting people and the rest of your time there avoiding them
intelligent confusion people
The trouble with modern education is you never know how ignorant people are. With anyone over fifty you can be fairly confident what's been taught and what's been left out. But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into depths of confusion you didn't know existed.
summer laughter flower
Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they had done in Newman's day; her autumnal mists, her grey springtime, and the rare glory of her summer days - such as that day - when the chestnut was in flower and the bells rang out high and clear over her gables and cupolas, exhaled the soft airs of centuries of youth. It was this cloistral hush which gave our laughter its resonance, and carried it still, joyously, over the intervening clamour.
family son parent
Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.
party independent heard
She had heard someone say something about an Independent Labour Party, and was furious that she had not been asked.
travel real pieces
I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.
dust two smell
Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic - that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
dream writing thinking
One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.
country literature censorship
If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.
hate saint want
No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can't really hate God either. When they want to Hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretends it's God and hate that.
writing departure metaphor
Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.