Frederick William Rolfe (22 July 1860 – 25 October 1913) was an English novelist, short-story writer, eccentric, and would-be Roman Catholic priest. He preferred to be known either as Father Rolfe or as Baron Corvo.
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- It's all nonsense to say that the Fifteenth Century can't possibly speak to the Twentieth, because it is the Fifteenth and not the Twentieth, and because those two Centuries haven't got a Common Denominator. They have. It's Human Nature.
- Don Tarquinio (1905; repr. London: Chatto and Windus, 1941), Prologue, p. x
Hadrian the Seventh (1904)Edit
Quotations are cited from the Penguin Modern Classics edition (Harmondsworth, 1963).
- Brisk and prompt to war, soft and not in the least able to resist calamity, fickle in catching at schemes, and always striving after novelties – French characteristics remained unaltered twenty centuries after Julius Caesar made a note of them for all time.
- Prooimion, p. 58
- He took the imperial hand and shook it in the glad-to-see-you-but-keep-off English fashion.
- Ch. 13, p. 223
- An appeal to a goodness which is not in him is, to a vain and sensitive soul, a stinging insult.
- Ch. 19, p. 296
- That cold white candent voice which was more caustic than silver nitrate and more thrilling than a scream.
- Ch. 22, p. 335
- Most people have only half developed their single personalities. That a man should split his into four and more; and should develop each separately and perfectly, was so abnormal that many normals failed to understand it.
- Ch. 22, p. 343
- Pray for the repose of His soul. He was so tired.
- Ch. 24, p. 360
- He seems to have been a serpent of serpents in the bosom of all the nineties. That in itself endears him to one.
- D. H. Lawrence, in Adelphi (December 1925); cited from Michael Herbert (ed.) Selected Critical Writings (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1998) p. 200.
- Rolfe's vice was spiritual more than it was carnal: it might be said that he was a pander and a swindler, because he cared for nothing but his faith. He would be a priest or nothing, so nothing it had to be…If he could not have Heaven, he would have Hell, and the last footprints seem to point unmistakably towards the Inferno.
- Graham Greene "Frederick Rolfe: Edwardian Inferno" (1934); cited from Collected Essays (New York: The Viking Press, 1969) p. 175
- I have…read it with a good deal of amusement and enjoyment. The latter is due, I suppose, entirely to the subject – for everyone likes to imagine what a man could do if he were a dictator or Pope, or Caliph; the amusement is mainly at the author's expence. The style is one of the most preposterous I have ever read, and I doubt if I ever saw so much pedantry combined with so much ignorance.
- He was a confidence-man, pauper, tutor, blackmailer, paedophile, translator – and author of seven novels and a number of short stories. Rolfe was a trickster whose failed life stank to himself as to the few friends whom he had and betrayed. But he was a fascinating figure: a bore, but also a pseudo-Borgian freak whose vindictiveness and paranoia have deservedly become legendary.
- He wrote with great care, and with a sharpness, vivacity, and variety of epithet that give immediate and continuing pleasure, but he was not in any serious sense a novelist or even a writer of fiction. His emotionally injured self is the sole character of his fictions, with everybody else seen through the haze of his paranoia, like figures in a fun-fair mirror.
- Julian Symons, in the Times Literary Supplement, January 3, 1975.