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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