Cyril Connolly Quote

The hunt for young authors who, while maintaining a prestige value (with a rôle for Ingrid Bergman), may yet somehow win the coveted jackpot, is feverish and incessant. Last year's authors (most of the names that have just reached England) are pushed aside and this year's—the novelist Jean Stafford, her poet husband Robert Lowell, or the dark horse, Truman Capote—are invariably mentioned. They may be quite unread, but their names, like a new issue on the market, are constantly on the lips of those in the know. Get Capote—at this minute the words are resounding on many a sixtieth floor, and get him of course means make him and break him, smother him with laurels and then vent on him the obscure hatred inherent in the notion of another's superiority.