Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers. In the perfect stranger we perceive man himself; the image of a God is not disguised by resemblances to an uncle or doubts of wisdom of a mustache.
-G. K. Chesterton
And, of course, he penned this wonderful line...
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
-G. K. Chesterton
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I like cheese! :=)
No... No, that one will never do. That is not a splendid mustache. He's a nice example of an Imposing Figure, but his mustache is decidedly mediocre.
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I concur with Chance. Chesterton has clearly become wildy overconfident with fame and recognition, and believes his moustache will groom itself.
Perhaps Chesterton's moustache does indeed groom itself. However, I would no sooner let my moustache groom itself than I would let my moustache govern the household staff or write my letters to The Times. It is evidently not up to doing the job.
Though I am quite taken by the majesty of this man's second chin, I will try to compose something worthy of the curdled and pressed dairy products.
He also said, "You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion", though this is not, I take it, to be meant as advocacy on the behalf of beardism.
In the perfect stranger we perceive man himself
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Ahh. . .Chesterton. Not only mustachioed, but a genius.
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