(Interview gets going around four minutes in.)

Every now and then, I smile at the thought of Evelyn Waugh’s happy death at the end of an increasingly unhappy life: on Easter Sunday, after attending Mass in the ancient form which he preferred (as he preferred all things that smacked of permanence and eternity), and on the pot. Heaven and earth, the sublime and the ridiculous, rational and animal, the call of supernature and the call of nature – and so on.


  1. Broderick Barker says

    p.s. It has not, of course, escaped my notice that we have lost two Facebook followers since I started blogging again with any regularity.

  2. I didn’t know that about his death … brings to mind those hilarious episodes from Seord of Honour with whatshisname’s Thunderbox.

    Thanks, BB.

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