Monday, June 19, 2006


I'm thirteen and very into Tolkien, Lewis, Chesterton, Shakespeare... (you get the idea) Irish dancing, writing, drawing, and watching movies
I guess you could say I got into Chesterton through the Father Brown audio book that my mom was listening to and I fell in love with but since I had no idea who the author was at that time let alone that he was one of the greatest writers in history perhaps it is more accurate to date my introduction to Chesterton from my first reading The Shadow of the Bear By
Regina Doman over a year ago. Since then I have been helped on by many wonderful blogs and of course reading more and more Chesterton.
My favorite Chesterton quote..... Oh man, there are so many good quotes I could do. Gilbert Girl's (a.k.a. Adriana) is hilarious but there is also one I heard on
GKC's Favourite that is awesome, I guess I'll do that one. Here it is:

[Regarding pagan Rome in the last years B.C.] ... It was something in the sense of impotence and despair with which men shook their fists vainly at the stars, as they saw all the best work of humanity sinking slowly and helplessly into a swamp. They could easily believe that even creation itself was not a creation but a perpetual fall, when they saw that the weightiest and worthiest of all human creations was falling by its own weight. They could fancy that all the stars were falling stars; and that the very pillars of their own solemn porticos were bowed under a sort of gradual Deluge. To men in that mood there was a reason for atheism that is in some sense reasonable. Mythology might fade and philosophy might stiffen; but if behind these things there was a reality, surely that reality might have sustained things as they sank. There was no God; if there had been a God, surely this was the very moment when He would have moved and saved the world.


The life of the great civilisation went on with dreary industry and even with dreary festivity. It was the end of the world, and the worst of it was that it need never end. A convenient compromise had been made between all the multitudinous myths and religions of the Empire; that each group should worship freely and merely give a sort of official flourish of thanks to the tolerant Emperor, by tossing a little incense to him under his official title of Divus. Naturally there was no difficulty about that; or rather it was a long time before the world realised that there ever had been even a trivial difficulty anywhere. The members of some eastern sect or secret society or other seemed to have made a scene somewhere; nobody could imagine why. The incident occurred once or twice again and began to arouse irritation out of proportion to its insignificance. It was not exactly what these provincials said; though of course it sounded queer enough. They seemed to be saying that God was dead and that they themselves had seen him die. This might be one of the many manias produced by the despair of the age; only they did not seem particularly despairing. They seemed quite unnaturally joyful about it, and gave the reason that the death of God had allowed them to eat him and drink his blood. According to other accounts God was not exactly dead after all; there trailed through the bewildered imagination some sort of fantastic procession of the funeral of God, at which the sun turned black, but which ended with the dead omnipotence breaking out of the tomb and rising again like the sun.


John said...

Good blog, too bad I'm 20! I'll be sure to keep an eye on you. Welcome to the blogosphere.

Nick Milne said...

Would one of you be willing to do a post about this Shadow of the Bear book you've mentioned? I've never read it, unfortunately, and Amazon doesn't really describe what it has to do with Chesterton.