Scotland - Who Said What?


I went to Scotland and found nothing there that looks like Scotland —Arthur Freed, defending studio production of the film Brigadoon 1950's

THE GUARDIAN Sat  22 April,  2017

Scotland a happy place? Don’t make me laugh. All these well-being surveys are a plot to convince us that we don’t need another referendum, BY Kevin McKenna

"A campaign,  insidious  in  its  stealth,  has  been  under  way  for  some  years  to  make Scottish  people  feel  significantly  happier  and  more  content  than  we  actually  are  or truly  want  to  be…Hardly  a  month  goes  by  when  some  part  of Scotland  has  not  been  voted  the  happiest  or  most desirable  place  in  the  known  universe.  The  latest  neighbourhood  to  have  been  revealed  as  the most ebullient on God's earth was the Outer Hebrides. Apparently, its islands scored 8.24 out of 10 in the U.K. government's national happiness survey.

"A  few  years  ago,  Aberdeen was rated  one  of  the  three  most  joyful  locations  in  the  UK ...  I  bow  to  no  one  in  my  admiration  for  this stalwart  granite  fastness,  but even  Aberdeen’s  mother  would  never  describe  Aberdeen  as  abeacon  of  happiness.  Glasgow  is  regularly  patted  on  the  head  and  told  that  it  is  one  of  the friendliest  cities  on  Earth  by  assorted  international  travel  firms,  while  Edinburgh,  the  city  of the  wasted  4am  licence, was  rated  the  best  place  to  live  in  the  UK  for three consecutive years.

"Shetland  has  also  been  accorded  best  place  to  live  in  its  time,  while  Lewis  and  Harris  was  once accorded  the  accolade  of  Europe’s top island  by TripAdvisor.  Just  to  ensure  that  Dundee  and Inverness  didn’t  feel  left  out,  they  were  each  thrown  a  wee  bauble  to  stick  on  their mantlepiece. Their capital city of Tayside can now boast of having "The best university in the U.K." while Inverness is one of the world's top emerging destinations on a list compiled by amajor  European  travel  agent.  It  shares  its  placing  with  Kazakhstan,  which  is  also  one  of  the most  ecstatic  countries  in  north  central  Asia.

But, for us, for the traveler of to-day, and at least for another
generation, Scotland is a land where nothing happens, where everything
has happened. It has happened abundantly, multitudinously, splendidly.
No one can regret—except he is a reformer and a socialist—the absence
of the doings of to-day; they would be so realistic, so actual, so
small, so of the province and the parish. Whereas in the Golden Age,
which is the true age of Scotland, men did everything—loving and
fighting, murdering and marauding—with a splendour
which makes it seem fairly not of our kind, of another time and of another world.
— The Spell of Scotland, Keith Clarke, 1916, Colonial Press, Boston
If there’s a sword-like sang  That can cut Scotland clear  O’ a’ the warld beside  Rax me the hilt o’t here,  For there’s nae jewel till  Frae the rest o’ earth its’s free,  Wi’ the starry separateness  I’d fain to Scotland gie.
— Hugh MacDiarmid(C.M. Grieve), 'Separatism', from To Circumjack Cencrastus, 1930

The true magic of north-eastern, Scandinavian Scotland begins with the yellow shores of strange Fife, where seaside names like Dysart, Leven, Elie Pittenweem, Anstruther and Crail most perfectly express what can still be felt there: the keen, keen air, the sands strewn like a fair boy's hair, sands up which the Viking boats ploughed to disgorge their hordes of red-barbed predators.—-SCOTLAND: THE LAND AND THE PEOPLE, © Donald Cowie, 1973 by A.S. Barnes and Company, Cranbury, NJ and London: Thomas Yoseloff Ltd., London ISBN 0-498-01169

...consider the geography of Scotland. One needs only to look at a relief map of the country to realize how divided up the nation is by mountains and lochs. The Grampians cut north Scotland off from the Lowlands, and everywhere lines of ridges bar one district from its neighbor. Long inlets of the sea, firths and lochs that are often dangerous to cross, segment the country. —-Wallace Notestein, The Scott in History, New Haven Yale University Press, 1947

I've trudged the world; I have learned many bravados, so that my heart never stirred much to the mere trick of an instrument but one, and the piob mhor conquers me. What is it, Colin, that's in us, rich and poor, yon rude cane-reeds speak so human and friendly to?"'Tis the Gaelic," I said, cheered myself by the air. "Never a road of the drone or a sob of the chanter but it's in the Gaelic tongue." —-Neil Munroe in John Splendid

Scotland, the dour granitic wedge atop the British Isles...Scotland has this extraordinarily compact, portable culture, compressed into a handful of potent images and concepts and flogged the world over: the skirling music, the whisky, the tartan, the heritage of oppression and inventiveness, the lowering beauty of the landscape, the adamantine handsomeness of the cities, the wonderfully simple and memorable Saltire waving untainted over all. At the same time Scotland seems to be able to exist anywhere...provided that whisky, tartan and a man called Ewan are present. —-FAINTHEART: An Englishman Ventures North of the Border by Charles Jennings, Abacus, Time Warner Books U.K.,

Samuel Johnson said to James Boswell: “Your country consists of two things: stone and water. There is indeed a little earth above the stone in some places, but a very little; and the stone is always appearing. It is like a man in rags; the naked skin is always peeping out.' —-James Boswell, Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides with Samuel Johnson,© 1773 (1785)

Scotland does not have to be located on a specific block of land north of the 55th parallel. You can do Scotland wherever Scottish expats are. —-FAINTHEART: An Englishman Ventures North of the Border by Charles Jennings, Abacus, Time Warner Books U.K.,

Outside observers fool themselves into believing that they can decipher the peculiar recipe of Scottish history. Certainly it contains elements of courage, daftness, greed, madness, genius, saintliness and sordidness, but in what proportions? Ah, there the experts are left guessing and arguing among themselves. —-Jimmy Black, History's Mysteries, Saint Andrews Press, Edinburgh, 1993

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! What mortal hand  Can e’er untie the filial band  That knits me to thy rugged strand!
— Sir Walter Scott, The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1801

Shall I see Scotland again? Never shall I forget the happy days I passed there amidst odious smells barbarous sounds, bad suppers, excellent hearts, and most enlightened and cultivated understandings. —-Sydney Smith, Letter to Francis Jeffrey, 27 March 1814

Scotland is renowned as the home of the most ambitious race in the world.—-Frederic Edwin Smith, Earl of Birkenhead, Rectorial Address, Aberdeen, 16 November 1928

How can one ever explain to the go-ahead West the charm of the shabby grey haphazard old land? It is partly the feeling that things just grow and are not made. ——Freya Stark, Note of 17 February 1929, in Beyond Euphrates, 1951

Most . . . small towns I have seen in Scotland are contentedly or morosely lethargic, sunk in a fantastic dullness broken only by scandal-mongering and such alarums as drinking produces; a dead silence punctu­ated by malicious whispers and hiccups. ——Edwin Muir, Journey into Scotland, 1935

In Scotland there is a rapid loss of all grandeur of mien and manners; a provincial eagerness and acuteness appear; the poverty of the country makes itself re­marked, and a coarseness of manners; and, among the intellectual, is the insanity of dialectics. ——Ralph Waldo Emerson, English Traits,1856

from AN AMERICAN LADY’S FAREWELL by Kate Douglas Wiggan

I canna thole my ain town, Sin’ I have dwelt i’ this; To hide in Edinboro reek, Wad be the tap o’ bliss. Yon bonnie plaid aboot me hap, The skirling pipes gae bring, With thistle fair tie up my hair, While I of Scotia sing. The collops an’ the Cairngorms, The haggis an’ the whin, The Stablished, Free an’ U.P.kirks, The hairt convinced of sin,— The parrich an’ the heather bell, The snawdrap on the shaw, The bit lam’s bleating on the braes, How can I leave them a’! How can I leave the marmalade And bonnets of Dundee? The Haar, the haddies, and the brose, The East win’ blawing free! ... I lo’e the gentry o’ the North, The Southern men I lo’e, The canty people o’ the West, The Paisley bodies too. The pawky folk o’Fife are dear— Sae dear are ane’ an’ a’, That e’en to think that we maun pairt Maist braks my heart in twa.
— from AN AMERICAN LADY'S FAREWELL,©Kate Douglas Wiggan, Penelope in Scotland
Let nae man think he can serve you, Scotland, Withoot muckle trial and trouble to himsel’.  The slightest service to you compares  Wi’ fetchin’ a bit o’ Heaven doon into Hell... Nay, fegs, it’s wi’ you as wi’ a lion-cub  A man may fetch hame and can play wi’ at first, But if he has it lang, it grows up and syne - Suddenly his fool’s paradise is burst!
— Hugh MacDiarmid (C.M. Grieve), 'Towards a New Scotland, VII', from Stony Limits and Other Poems, 1934



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