radiant fracture

Last week I acquired a Penguin 20th of The Club of Queer Trades, and I’ve been re-reading. It's my favourite Chesterton after The Man Who Was Thursday. The Club of the title (and didn't I pick it up for the title?) is made up of men who invent new and singular professions.

We're an odd couple, Chesterton and me. ( Here follows Saturday morning's impromptu essay. It was that or play Solitaire. )

[Sorry, forgot to cut-tag this the first time through]