Monday 3 April 2017

My Heavy Dirty Soul



I keep on wondering at certain technical devices. Why, for Heaven's sake, would you have something else knead the dough for you and having all the fun?!

"...This explains the perennial popularity of improptu private theatricals. These fascinate because they give such a scope of invention and variety with the most domestic restriction of machinery. A tea-cosy may have to do for an Admiral's cocked hat; it all depends on whether the amateur actor can swear like an Admiral. A hearth-rug may have to do for a bear's fur, it all depends on whether the wearer is a polished and versatile man of the world and can grunt like a bear. A clergyman's hat (to my own private and certain knowledge) can be punched and thumped into the exact shape of a policeman's helmet; it all depends on the clergyman. I mean it depends on his permission; his imprimatur; his nihil obstat. Clergymen can be policemen; rugs can rage like wild animals; tea-cosies can smell of the sea; if only there is at the back of them all one bright and amusing idea..."  - Chesterton, The Flat Freak









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