It is ugly ducklings, grown either into swans or into remarkably big, remarkably ugly ducks, who are responsible for most works of art; and yet how few of these give a truthful account of what it was like to be an ugly duckling! — it is almost as if the grown, successful swan had repressed most of the memories of the duckling’s miserable, embarrassing, magical beginnings. (The memories are deeply humiliating in two ways: they remind the adult that he was once more ignorant and gullible and emotional than he is; and they remind him that he once was, potentially, far more than he is.)
Randall Jarrell Carolinian
Source
“An Unread Book”, p. 19
- work
- The Third Book of Criticism (1969)
- year
- 1969
- locator
- p. 19
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“It is ugly ducklings, grown either into swans or into remark…” Randall Jarrell. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-8EFE97D527. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/8efe97d527
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