Know Your Enemy

"What a dim muddy glow there is lighting this goldfish bowl of the English intelligensia. Nothing exists for them later than 1948, or outside the Charing Cross noise perimeter ... They are simply steaming compost of bile, saliva, & disintegrated copies of Penguin New Writing, - the pustulence of their own canker, the fungi that sits & swells & sweats & stinks wherever English literature is gathered together."

Ted Hughes, not mincing his words in a 1960 letter to Lucas Myers.