Friday, November 04, 2005

Homesick at Home

The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in spring. The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy. I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant, and why I could feel homesick at home.

'Orthodoxy' via Chesterton Day by Day

2 Comments:

At 6:48 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

A whole weekend with no post to this blog!!!!

 
At 7:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

THIS is now me, commenting while the going's good (i.e. before you install Emily-blocks).

 

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