Paul Scott (novelist)

Paul Mark Scott (March 25, 1920 – March 1, 1978) was an English novelist. He won the Booker Prize for Fiction in 1977 for his novel "Staying On".

Quotes

A Male Child (1956)

• It is said that every seven years of your life you undergo a change which reflects itself in your attitude to your circumstances and to other people, and I think this may be true. If it is, then the change begins towards the end of a seven-year span, at the point, perhaps, where dissatisfaction with what you are doing and with where you are going sets in.
  • Part 1, Ch.1 - at p.10 [Page numbers per the Mayflower 1969 paperback edition.]

• How ignorant one is when faced with essential practical matters. How they trick and trap you into holes and corners.
  • Part 1, Ch.1 - p.15

• I was surprised, as one is, I think, whenever the tenuous thread of one's life suddenly connects, as friends, people one would have thought strangers.
  • Part 1, Ch.5 - p.62

• "I kept myself very much to myself, as one does if one is old and doesn't much care for the people round about."
  • Part 1, Ch.5 - p.66

• I had the impression she had become unconscious of her surroundings and was watching the past flick by like a series of moving pictures, silent, uncaptioned; a gate here, a fence there; doors opening upon rooms sometimes empty, sometimes crowded; and stairs, endless, endless stairs down which one was afraid to go for the terror that awaited one's return.
  • Part 1, Ch.6 - p.74

• "Have you literary ambitions of your own?"
  "I have dabbled in my time."
  "Dabbled?"
  Bluntly, salting my own wound, I said "I had no staying power, Mrs Hurst. Not for the things I wanted to do, at any rate. I imagined much, started little, finished nothing and published not at all."
  "I think you are too easily discouraged."
  "I had no original creative talent. In the field of what might be called literary research I had a sort of painstaking, plodding conscientiousness which simply meant I was well on my way to becoming a hack of sound judgment. A man could go on turning out fatuous tripe until the cows come home without necessarily knowing it."
  • Part 1, Ch.6 - p.77, 78

• "In general men are very thoughtless creatures. Single-minded, rather. That is what life demands they should be, I think. You only have to take the example of primitive man as hunter and breadwinner. Life demands that he should be singleminded, and nature compensates him by giving him a supreme self-confidence in his ability as a hunter. All his thought is directed towards that end, and at the end is food for himself and his family, and protection for them all. His wife, on the other hand, depends on him for food and protection, but can't actually share his self-confidence from the inside where it matters. Oh - she can believe in him through the sort of vicarious self-confidence something like love can bring, but nature demands that she keeps alert for any slightest sign of failure in the man, because she depends on him for life and livelihood.
  "And so, Mr Canning, your so-called intuitive woman takes to watching and interpreting every shadow of expression on her man's face. If he's losing confidence, her training in observation detects it as surely as a wart on the end of his nose, and so she bolsters him up, praises him, pushes him, you see, into regaining confidence - and all for the most selfish reasons as you see - and off he goes with his chest out thinking what a fine fellow he is. He might even pause to consider how understanding his wife was, and no doubt he'd then shake his head in mystification and tell his neighbour that woman's instinct was a thing to marvel at.
  "But then the talent itself has its roots in anxiety, hasn't it? Just as a man's single-mindedness has its roots in hunger."
  • Part 1, Ch.6 - p.82, 83

• "I often look back now and regret that I never took my courage in both hands and went out into the world. That's really what a chap should do, Canning. Get out and look. Otherwise," again he paused, "Otherwise you never really see yourself, old man. And it's all so small and petty. A man isn't a man any longer."
  • Part 2, Ch.4 - p.152

Time is quick. Life is short.

• "Time is quick. Life is short."
  • Part 2, Ch.6 - p.161

• He relapsed into a silence in which his hopes scattered like mice into holes.
  • Part 3, Ch.1 - p.185

• "Every so often there's a generation likes us, Ian. Our only raison d'être to be blown to pieces in a war we imagine we believe in ideologically."
  • Part 3, Ch.1 - p.186

• She laughed. "You haven't changed a bit. You never could stand criticism or leg-pulling. That's why you bored me, Ian. That was the trouble with your generation of so-called intellectual young men. All of you unmitigated, bloody bores with sloppy ideas and no remotest idea how to come to terms with life. When you found life coming to terms with you, you all wondered what the hell had hit you."
  • Part 3, Ch.3 - p.213