Cyril Palinurus Connolly, Enemies of Promise, Londres, George Routledge & Sons, 1938.

A writer has to construc his shell, like the caddis worm, from the debris of the past, and, once there, despite the jostling of contemporaries, is safe till a younger generation dispossesses him or until the vicissitudes of taste crumble it about him. Hem ay attempt a new form or hem ay revive an old one. But the revival, if it is to succeed, must not be too premature.