Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Ball and the Cross — XVII: The Idiot (1909)

They did not even know what hour of the day it was; and when, turning a corner, they saw the bare tunnel of the corridor end abruptly in a shining square of garden, the grass burning in that strong evening sunshine which makes it burnished gold rather than green, the abrupt opening on to the earth seemed like a hole knocked in the wall of heaven. Only once or twice in life is it permitted to a man thus to see the very universe from outside, and feel existence itself as an adorable adventure not yet begun.
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Ball and the Cross — XVII: The Idiot (1909)

He had known a period of mere scientific curiosity, in the course of which he examined all the tiles of his cell, with the gratifying conclusion that they were all the same shape and size; but was greatly puzzled about the angle in the wall at the end, and also about an iron peg or spike that stood out from the wall, the object of which he does not know to this day. Then he had a period of mere madness not to be written of by decent men, but only by those few dirty novelists hallooed on by the infernal huntsman to hunt down and humiliate human nature.
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Ball and the Cross — XVII: The Idiot (1909)

Turnbull was the first to leap into the garden, with an earth-spurning leap like that of one who could really spread his wings and fly. MacIan, who came an instant after, was less full of mere animal gusto and fuller of a more fearful and quivering pleasure in the clear and innocent flower colours and the high and holy trees.
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