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g.k Chesterton. Autobiography
Autobiography
Table of Contents
I.—HEARSAY EVIDENCE
II.—THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN KEY
III.—HOW TO BE A DUNCE
IV.—HOW TO BE A LUNATIC
V.—NATIONALISM AND NOTTING HILL
VI.—THE FANTASTIC SUBURB
VII.—THE CRIME OF ORTHODOXY
VIII.—FIGURES IN FLEET STREET
IX.—THE CASE AGAINST CORRUPTION
X.—FRIENDSHIP AND FOOLERY
XI.—THE SHADOW OF THE SWORD
XII.—SOME POLITICAL CELEBRITIES
XIII.—SOME LITERARY CELEBRITIES
XIV.—PORTRAIT OF A FRIEND
XV.—THE INCOMPLETE TRAVELLER
XVI.—THE GOD WITH THE GOLDEN KEY
THE END
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G.K. Chesterton
Published by Good Press, 2021
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it has a right to historical justice; and there are other points to remember. One point is that it was partly the real "culture conquests" of this stratum of the middle-class, and the fact that it really was an educated class, that made it unduly suspicious of the influence of servants. It attached rather too much importance to spelling correctly; it attached enormous importance to speaking correctly. And it did spell and speak correctly. There was a whole world in which nobody was any more likely to drop an h than to pick up a title. I early discovered, with the malice of infancy, that what my seniors were really afraid of was any imitation of the intonation and diction of the servants. I am told (to quote another hearsay anecdote) that about the age of three or four, I screamed for a hat hanging on a peg, and at last in convulsions of fury uttered the awful words, "If you don't give it me, I'll say 'at." I felt sure that would lay all my relations prostrate for miles around.
And this care about education and diction, though I can see much to criticise in it now, did really have its good side. It meant that my father knew all his English literature backwards, and that I knew a great deal of it by heart, long before I could really get it into my head. I knew pages of Shakespeare's blank verse without a notion of the meaning of most of it; which is perhaps the right way to begin to appreciate verse. And it is also recorded of me that, at the age of six or seven, I tumbled down in the street in the act of excitedly reciting the words,
