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This man set the flame
of his native genius
under the cumbering whin
of the untilled field;
Lit a fire in the Mearns
to illumine Scotland,
clearing the sullen soil
for a richer yield.

— Helen Cruickshank

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Eulogising Lewis Grassic Gibbon

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But where this passionate self will go,
God knows,
Who knows whence the lightning comes, and
whither it goes.

While I am not teetotal, a drunk woman I find revolting and Burns orgies detestable.

Octobiography (1976)

Criticism in Scotland, of books as well as plays, is often bedevilled because we all know each other too well. The clique can cast its chill over its rivals; the claque delude with false praise.

Octobiography (1976)

Sae smoor yersel', my man,
Pit oot yer licht,
Grey hair that's tow
To a lassie's lowe
Is an unco sicht.

I am not asked out to drinking parties and have never been in a Rose Street pub. I can't be a poet.

Octobiography (1976)

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