Poetry A Ballade Of An Anti-Puritan 18 Feb 2017 They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have…
The Omnibus The Red Reactionary 16 Feb 201716 Feb 2017 The one case for Revolution is that it is the only quite clean and complete road to anything--even to restoration. Revolution alone can be not merely a revolt of the…
The Omnibus The Mad Official 15 Feb 201715 Feb 2017 Going mad is the slowest and dullest business in the world. I have very nearly done it more than once in my boyhood, and so have nearly all my friends,…
The Omnibus Democracy and Industrialism 22 Nov 201622 Nov 2016 It grows plainer, every day, that those of us who cling to crumbling creeds and dogmas, and defend the dying traditions of the Dark Ages, will soon be left alone…
The Omnibus The Angry Author: His Farewell 12 Apr 2016 I have republished all these old articles of mine because they cover a very controversial period, in which I was in nearly all the controversies, whether I was visible there…
The Omnibus The New Theologian 2 Apr 20167 Mar 2017 It is an old story that names do not fit things; it is an old story that the oldest forest is called the New Forest, and that Irish stew is…
The Omnibus The Man Who Thinks Backwards 1 Apr 2016 The man who thinks backwards is a very powerful person to-day: indeed, if he is not omnipotent, he is at least omnipresent. It is he who writes nearly all the…
Book Reviews Book Review: The Everlasting Man – By G.K. Chesterton 31 Mar 201631 Mar 2016 With such a well-beloved author as C.S. Lewis positing this book as one of the great contributors to his conversion to Christianity one can't help but give into the curiosity…
The Omnibus The Conscript and the Crisis 31 Mar 20162 Apr 2016 Very few of us ever see the history of our own time happening. And I think the best service a modern journalist can do to society is to record as…
The Omnibus The Thing 31 Mar 201616 Feb 2017 The wind awoke last night with so noble a violence that it was like the war in heaven; and I thought for a moment that the Thing had broken free.…
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