21 November 2017

Apropos, of...

Syme strolled with her to a seat in the corner of the garden, and continued to pour out his opinions. For he was a sincere man, and in spite of his superficial airs and graces, a humble one. And it is always the humble man who talks too much; the proud man watches himself too closely. He defended respectability with violence and exaggeration. He grew passionate in his praise of tidiness and propriety. All the time there was a smell of lilac all round him. Once he heard very faintly in some distant street a barrel-organ begin to play, amd it seemed to him that his heroic words were moving to a tiny tune from under or beyond the world. 

-- G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday

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