Okay, I have never read much G.K. Chesterton. The Man Who Was Thursday didn't impress me much.

But certain people who do impress me are great Chesterton enthusiasts. There must be something there. Mrs. Husted loved to stand in front of the classroom and recite-- nay, declaim-- hunks of "Lepanto." Thirty years ago, Tom Merrigan recommended I ( Read more... )