W. S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 11-12
A digital form of the sadly lost fashion for copying out memorable passages from texts. I kept losing my actual book.
Monday, 28 November 2022
Immortality for literary productions lasts in any case but a few hundred years
I think few serious writers, by which I do not only mean writers of serious things, can be entirely indifferent to the fate that will befall their works after their death. It is pleasant to think, not that one may achieve immortality (immortality for literary productions lasts in any case but a few hundred years and then is seldom more than the immortality of the schoolroom) but that one may be read with interest by a few generations and find a place, however small, in the history of one's country's literature. But so far as I am concerned, I look upon this modest possibility with scepticism.
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Literature,
Maugham
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