'But you and all the kind of Christ
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.'
The ballad of the white horse

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Tremendous Trifles

I just finished the last essays of Chesterton's work 'Tremendous Trifles' and I have to admit I have mixed feelings. Do not misunderstand me: most of these trifles were interesting, funny, or even brilliant ('A piece of chalk', 'On lying in bed', 'What I found in my pocket', 'The ballad of a strange town'). I found, however, that reading short articles is not my favorite mode of operation: I cannot read too many of them, for then they start to blurr, so I do not progress as quickly as I like to in the book. So all in all, I am glad to be finished.
One thing caught my attention in this book (a library book, from the 1909 edition): pages 308 and 309 were still not separated. I had to cut the paper in order to read chapter XXXVIII. One wonders that no-one in over a century apparently took the trouble to read this book to the end.

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