evelyn waugh was [spoiler alert] kind of a dick
if evelyn waugh reigns as one of the divine beings of your literary pantheon, you might not want to read this anecdote about his relative dickness.
maybe we need to have heroes. maybe we need to have villains. or maybe we need to see that those we exalt or those we condemn can act just like us, that our villains can be heroic and our heroes…well, our heroes can do something unthinkable with a banana right in front of our anguished eyes.
the following reflection is from evelyn’s son’s 1991 memoir. 

On one occasion, just after the war, the first consignment of bananas reached Britain. Neither I, my sister Teresa nor my sister Margaret had ever eaten a banana throughout the war, when they were unprocurable, but we had heard all about them as the most delicious taste in the world.
When this first consignment arrived, the socialist government decided that every child in the country should be allowed one banana. An army of civil servants issued a library of special banana coupons, and the great day arrived when my mother came home with three bananas. All three were put on my father’s plate, and before the anguished eyes of his children, he poured on cream, which was almost unprocurable, and sugar, which was heavily rationed, and ate all three.

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source: will this do?, by auberon waugh (1991).

evelyn waugh was [spoiler alert] kind of a dick

if evelyn waugh reigns as one of the divine beings of your literary pantheon, you might not want to read this anecdote about his relative dickness.

maybe we need to have heroes. maybe we need to have villains. or maybe we need to see that those we exalt or those we condemn can act just like us, that our villains can be heroic and our heroes…well, our heroes can do something unthinkable with a banana right in front of our anguished eyes.

the following reflection is from evelyn’s son’s 1991 memoir. 

On one occasion, just after the war, the first consignment of bananas reached Britain. Neither I, my sister Teresa nor my sister Margaret had ever eaten a banana throughout the war, when they were unprocurable, but we had heard all about them as the most delicious taste in the world.

When this first consignment arrived, the socialist government decided that every child in the country should be allowed one banana. An army of civil servants issued a library of special banana coupons, and the great day arrived when my mother came home with three bananas. All three were put on my father’s plate, and before the anguished eyes of his children, he poured on cream, which was almost unprocurable, and sugar, which was heavily rationed, and ate all three.

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source: will this do?, by auberon waugh (1991).

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