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G. K. Chesterton. The Wisdom of Father Brown
The Wisdom of Father Brown
Table of Contents
ONE—The Absence of Mr. Glass
TWO. — The Paradise of Thieves
THREE—The Duel of Dr. Hirsch
FOUR—The Man in the Passage
FIVE—The Mistake of the Machine
SIX—The Head of Caesar
SEVEN—The Purple Wig
EIGHT—The Perishing of the Pendragons
NINE—The God of the Gongs
TEN—The Salad of Colonel Cray
ELEVEN—The Strange Crime of John Boulnois
TWELVE—The Fairy Tale of Father Brown
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G. K. Chesterton
Published by Good Press, 2019
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THE great Muscari, most original of the young Tuscan poets, walked swiftly into his favourite restaurant, which overlooked the Mediterranean, was covered by an awning and fenced by little lemon and orange trees. Waiters in white aprons were already laying out on white tables the insignia of an early and elegant lunch; and this seemed to increase a satisfaction that already touched the top of swagger. Muscari had an eagle nose like Dante; his hair and neckerchief were dark and flowing; he carried a black cloak, and might almost have carried a black mask, so much did he bear with him a sort of Venetian melodrama. He acted as if a troubadour had still a definite social office, like a bishop. He went as near as his century permitted to walking the world literally like Don Juan, with rapier and guitar.
For he never travelled without a case of swords, with which he had fought many brilliant duels, or without a corresponding case for his mandolin, with which he had actually serenaded Miss Ethel Harrogate, the highly conventional daughter of a Yorkshire banker on a holiday. Yet he was neither a charlatan nor a child; but a hot, logical Latin who liked a certain thing and was it. His poetry was as straightforward as anyone else’s prose. He desired fame or wine or the beauty of women with a torrid directness inconceivable among the cloudy ideals or cloudy compromises of the north; to vaguer races his intensity smelt of danger or even crime. Like fire or the sea, he was too simple to be trusted.
