"One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die"
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Language, for Waugh, is not a velvet settee you sink into; it is a garden that punishes neglect. The neat cruelty of his opening move - pairing words with names - yokes vocabulary to social life, with all its status anxiety and its quiet shames. Forgetting a name is a small bourgeois humiliation, a moment that reveals how tenuous our grip on people can be. Waugh slides that discomfort onto language itself: your words can abandon you the way acquaintances do, and for similar reasons. You stop showing up.
The line works because it rejects the romantic idea of eloquence as innate. Vocabulary is not a personality trait; it's upkeep. "Constant fertilizing" is an intentionally unglamorous metaphor, all manure and labor. Waugh, a stylist with a taste for aristocratic surfaces, chooses an image that insists on the opposite of effortless refinement. Good prose, like good breeding in his novels, is maintained through repetitive, slightly grubby work.
Context matters: Waugh writes in an era when class and education were policed through diction, when the right word signaled belonging and the wrong one exposed you. The subtext is both practical and snobbish: read, revise, listen, steal good phrasing - or watch your verbal authority rot. Even the final threat, "it will die", lands with mordant finality. Not "fade", not "thin out". Die. Waugh's warning is less self-help than memento mori for the mind: culture is perishable, and neglect has consequences.
The line works because it rejects the romantic idea of eloquence as innate. Vocabulary is not a personality trait; it's upkeep. "Constant fertilizing" is an intentionally unglamorous metaphor, all manure and labor. Waugh, a stylist with a taste for aristocratic surfaces, chooses an image that insists on the opposite of effortless refinement. Good prose, like good breeding in his novels, is maintained through repetitive, slightly grubby work.
Context matters: Waugh writes in an era when class and education were policed through diction, when the right word signaled belonging and the wrong one exposed you. The subtext is both practical and snobbish: read, revise, listen, steal good phrasing - or watch your verbal authority rot. Even the final threat, "it will die", lands with mordant finality. Not "fade", not "thin out". Die. Waugh's warning is less self-help than memento mori for the mind: culture is perishable, and neglect has consequences.
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