From Evelyn Waugh’s
The Loved One:
Quote:
They told me, Francis Hinsley, they told me you were hung
With red protruding eye-balls and black protruding tongue;
I wept as I remembered how often you and I
Had laughed about Los Angeles and now ’tis here you’ll lie;
Here pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore,
Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost nor gone before.
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A parody, of course, of
Heraclitus by William Johnson Cory.
I remember my first visit to Forest Lawn Cemetery with a college friend, also a huge fan of
The Loved One, and how much fun we had quoting all of Dennis Barlow’s poetical squibs to each other.