I found today’s entry in A Book of Days for the Literary Year highly amusing:
On this day, April 10, 1966, Evelyn Waugh died. Photographer Cecil Beaton surmised that he “died of snobbery” and that “his abiding complex and the source of much of his misery was that he was not a six-foot tall, extremely handsome and rich duke.”
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I know it shouldn't be funny, but that quote made me laugh.
Hilarious quote...
Montaigne's hope was this: "...that my death makes no statement that my life has not made already."
Evelyn Waugh certainly seems to have been as transparent in life as in death - my favorite kind of person.
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