Alarms and Discursions by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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"My dear fellow," I said, with emotion, "I am bidding farewell
to forty-three hansom cabmen." "Well," he said, "I suppose they would think this county rather outside the radius." "Oh, my friend," I cried brokenly, "how beautiful London is! Why do they only write poetry about the country? I could turn every lyric cry into Cockney. "'My heart leaps up when I behold A sky-sign in the sky,' "as I observed in a volume which is too little read, founded on the older English poets. You never saw my 'Golden Treasury Regilded; or, The Classics Made Cockney'--it contained some fine lines. "'O Wild West End, thou breath of London's being,' "or the reminiscence of Keats, beginning "'City of smuts and mellow fogfulness.'; "I have written many such lines on the beauty of London; yet I never realized that London was really beautiful till now. Do you ask me why? It is because I have left it for ever." "If you will take my advice," said my friend, "you will humbly endeavour not to be a fool. What is the sense of this mad modern notion that every literary man must live in the country, |
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