Ocupation: Critic
Life: September 10, 1903 - November 26, 1974
Birthday: September 10
Death: November 26
Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.
source: "The Unquiet Grave". Book by Cyril Connolly, 1944.
topic: Dream, Selfish, Night, Scabs, Vacuous