Cyril Connolly

Biography

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.
Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.

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