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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Napoleon of Notting Hill — Book III, Chapter III (1904)

I have walked along a street with the best cigar in the cosmos in my mouth, and more Burgundy inside me than you ever saw in your life, and longed that the lamp-post would turn into an elephant to save me from the hell of blank existence. Take my word for it, my evolutionary Bowler, don't you believe people when they tell you that people sought for a sign, and believed in miracles because they were ignorant.
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Napoleon of Notting Hill — Book III, Chapter III (1904)

You're perfectly right, Barker. He is a good enough fellow, but he can be treated as mad. Let's put it in simple form. Go and tell any twelve men in any town, go and tell any doctor in any town, that there is a man offered fifteen hundred pounds for a thing he could sell commonly for four hundred, and that when asked for a reason for not accepting it he pleads the inviolate sanctity of Notting Hill and calls it the Holy Mountain.
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Portrait of Gilbert Keith Chesterton Gilbert Keith Chesterton The Napoleon of Notting Hill — Book III, Chapter III (1904)

I think Adam Wayne, who is as mad as a hatter, worth more than a million of you. But you have the force, and, I admit, the common sense, and he is lost. Take your eight hundred halberdiers and smash him. It would be more sportsmanlike to take two hundred."
"More sportsmanlike," said Buck, grimly, "but a great deal less humane. We are not artists, and streets purple with gore do not catch our eye in the right way."
"It is pitiful," said Auberon. "With five or six times their number there will be no fight at all."
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