A damning description of Victorian writing, contrasted with the delicious sizzle and flavour of ‘fat-bacon language’.
‘After the fat-bacon language of my earlier reading I hated (Sir Walter) Scott’s dry, latinized prose, finding its false medievalism and over-wrought fretwork merely a grating for dust and boredom.’
Source: Laurie Lee, I Can’t Stay Long (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977 ((1975)), p. 17
