W. S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 77-8
A digital form of the sadly lost fashion for copying out memorable passages from texts. I kept losing my actual book.
Wednesday, 30 November 2022
They are easily disillusioned and then they are angry with you, for it was the illusion they loved
It is dangerous to let the public behind the scenes. They are easily disillusioned and then they are angry with you, for it was the illusion they loved; they do not understand that what interests you is the way in which you have created the illusion. Anthony Trollope ceased to be read for thirty years because he confessed that he wrote at regular hours and took care to get the best price he could for his work.
Tuesday, 29 November 2022
I still remember the rather absurd arguments that were held about the calling I should adopt
I still remember the rather absurd arguments that were held about the calling I should adopt. A suggestion was made that I should become a civil servant and my uncle wrote to an old Oxford friend of his who held an important position in the Home Office for his advice. It was that, owing to the system of examinations and the class of persons it had introduced into the government service, it was now no place for a gentleman. That settled that. It was finally decided that I should become a doctor.
W. S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 59-60
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.
W. S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 11-12
Sunday, 27 November 2022
When I met him again years later, he still knew every joke I'd used in my debut performance and recited them back to me.
[Bob] Monkhouse was a student of comedy who taped every comedy radio show and videoed the debut set of every comic working in television. He knew everyone's act. When I met him again years later, he still knew every joke I'd used in my debut performance and recited them back to me.
L. Henry, Who am I, again? (2019), 107-8