The Victorians had the courage to be dull, and through this dullness they achieved effects that are impossible for our contemporaries. The modern novel, whatever it may not be, is a live and moving thing; so live and moving that it does not satisfy. It is a series of fireworks that dazzle and bewilder and exhaust.
On Doing What One Likes (1926)
Use the link below to read the full essay On Doing What One Likes (1926) by ALEC WAUGH (brother of fellow British novelist EVELYN WAUGH):
http://neglectedbooks.com/?p=1970
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