Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton,  The Flying Inn — Chapter VI (1914)

“ Patrick Dalroy drank a little rum out of a small medicine glass which the generally unaccountable Mr. Pump unaccountably produced from his waistcoat pocket; but Patrick's colour had risen, his brow was almost as red as his hair; and he was evidently reluctant.
"I don't see why I should sing all the songs," he said. "Why the divil don't you sing a song yourself? And now I come to think of it," he cried, with an accumulating brogue, not, perhaps, wholly unaffected by the rum, which he had not, in fact, drunk for years, "and now I come to think of it, what about that song of yours?
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton,  The Flying Inn — Chapter VI (1914)

“ In spirits and in wine, Not frankly and in fellowship, As men in inns do dine; But packed with soap and sardines And carried off by grooms, For to be snatched by Duchesses, And drunk in dressing-rooms. "The hell-instructed Grocer
Has a temple made of tin, And the ruin of good inn-keepers Is loudly urged therein; But now the sands are running out From sugar of a sort, The Grocer trembles; for his time Just like his weight is short." Captain Dalroy was getting considerably heated with his nautical liquor, and his appreciation of Pump's song was not merely noisy but active.
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton,  The Flying Inn — Chapter VI (1914)

“ All of which, Hump," he said with a sudden lift of the voice that always went in him with a rushing, irrational return of merely animal spirits--"All of which I have put into a Song Against Songs, that I will now sing you."
"I shouldn't sing it here," said Humphrey Pump, picking up his gun and putting it under his arm. "You look large in this open place; and you sound large. But I'll take you to the Hole in Heaven you've been talking about so much, and hide you as I used to hide you from that tutor--I couldn't catch his name--man who could only get drunk on Greek wine at Squire Wimpole's."
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