
“We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.”
Vol. I, ch. 2, p. 60.
Motto proposed by Smith for the Edinburgh Review.
Lady Holland's Memoir (1855)
(23 June 2003)
Unfit for Mass Consumption (blog entries), 2003
Context: The world wants oatmeal. It is not my job to give the world oatmeal. It is my job not to be a hack. It is my job to try to make the world chew, lest its lazy jaw muscles atrophy and its collective mandible withers and all its teeth fall out. It is my job, as a writer, to give the world toffee and peanut brittle and tough steak and celery. I write peanut butter sandwiches, not oatmeal. And every time some dolt whines, "I'm confused" or "I don't understand" or "This doesn't make any sense," I should smile and know that I'm doing my job. Not because it is my job to be opaque, but because it is not my job to be transparent.
“We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.”
Vol. I, ch. 2, p. 60.
Motto proposed by Smith for the Edinburgh Review.
Lady Holland's Memoir (1855)
“Lisp has all the visual appeal of oatmeal with fingernail clippings mixed in.”
[1994Jul21.173737.16853@netlabs.com, 1994]
Usenet postings, 1994
“As a kid, I got three meals a day. Oatmeal, miss-a-meal and no meal.”
Attributed
“… now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.”
Source: Moominpappa's Memoirs
Source: Uh-oh - Some Observations From Both Sides Of The Refrigerator Door
Source: Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World's Worst Dog
Source: (1776), Book I, Chapter VIII, p. 91 (Oatmeal in England makes for great horses, in Scotland Great Men).