“Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.”*

*Julius Henry “Groucho” Marx (October 2, 1890 – August 19, 1977) – pictured.

From: Rosebery – Statesman in Turmoil (2005), by Leo McKinstry:

“…one of the reasons he believed in keeping a diary was as an incentive to strengthening his own moral fibre: ‘What an inducement to improvement, what a reproof to the stationary, what a lash to those who have retrograded,’ he claimed. Even the most minor indulgences could bring out his Protestant guilt. ‘Did a really selfish thing for dinner. Drank some ’48 claret alone,’ he recorded.”

From Wikipedia:

“Alexander Waugh (1840–1906) was a country medical practitioner, who bullied his wife and children and became known in the Waugh family as “the Brute”. The elder of his two sons, born in 1866, was Arthur Waugh. Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh was born on 28 October 1903 to Arthur Waugh (1866–1943) and Catherine Charlotte Raban (1870–1954), into a family with English, Scottish, Welsh, Irish and Huguenot origins.”

Mark Brown wrote for The Guardian on 15 Apr 2008:

“He was a novelist known for his quick and cruel wit, his wide-eyed opinions and his indifference about saying the shocking. So a BBC Home Service programme called Frankly Speaking in which Evelyn Waugh is quizzed by three abrasive questioners was never going to be a walk in the country. Today what was later described as the most ill-natured interview ever broadcast can be heard for the first time since 1953…

The interview is part of a new CD from the British Library of BBC broadcasts not heard since they were made by Waugh between 1938 and 1963…

Although fascinating, the interview does not disabuse listeners of Waugh’s reputation as a brilliant, yet slightly mad and combative reactionary. On his family, Waugh says: “Thank God they don’t live with me, except on holidays. They’re most of them at school … I don’t see a great deal of them except in the holidays.” Asked “do you play much with your children when they’re young?” Waugh replies: “Not when they’re infantile. When they get to the age of clear speech and clearness of reason I associate with them, I wouldn’t say play with them. I don’t bounce balls with them or stand on my head or carry them about on my shoulders or anything.”…”.

In his newsletter of May 10, 2017, Daniel Lavery interviewed Patricia Lockwood about her book Priestdaddy:

“…Evelyn’s oldest son, Auberon (1939-2001), who would later go on to write five novels before renouncing novel-writing (allegedly out of fear of being compared to his father but like, a little late for that, Auberon, after the five novels) claimed that during World War II that Evelyn Waugh’s second wife, Laura Herbert, somehow managed to get her hands on three bananas and brought them home for their then-five children, whereupon Evelyn sat all the children down, peeled the bananas in front of them and sliced them…into a bowl, covered them with cream and sugar, and ate them all himself…

Auberon concluded in his autobiography that “It would be absurd to say that I never forgave him, but he was permanently marked down in my estimation from that moment.” And I think that’s a genuinely beautiful line, and it struck me as really true of your book…

PL: Yeah. My dad is by nature and inclination a Three-Banana Eater. Though as I say in the book, when this tendency is pointed out to him in passing, he begins carefully offering half his food to whoever is sitting near him, like a chimp. It is impossible to know what people know about themselves. We assume they’re operating with full knowledge of their defects at all times, are even wielding their defects against us, but if you sat me down right now and told me my most glaring character flaw, the one that is most apparent to everyone else in the world, I would burst into tears from the sheer surprise of it, and also why are you being mean to me…”

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