Pride is a weakness in the character; it dries up laughter, it dries up wonder, it dries up chivalry and energy.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.
Pride is a weakness in the character; it dries up laughter, it dries up wonder, it dries up chivalry and energy.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.
Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall be gloriously surprised.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.
Marco Sermarini
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Dal finale di Eretici
Fuochi verranno attizzati per testimoniare che due più due fa quattro. Spade saranno sguainate per dimostrare che le foglie sono verdi d’estate. Noi ci ritroveremo a difendere, non solo le incredibili virtù e l’incredibile sensatezza della vita umana, ma qualcosa di ancora più incredibile, questo immenso, impossibile universo che ci fissa in volto. Combatteremo per i prodigi visibili come se fossero invisibili. Guarderemo l’erba e i cieli impossibili con uno strano coraggio. Noi saremo tra quanti hanno visto eppure hanno creduto.
Finale of Heretics
Fires will be kindled to testify that two and two make four. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer. We shall be left defending, not only the incredible virtues and sanities of human life, but something more incredible still, this huge impossible universe which stares us in the face. We shall fight for visible prodigies as if they were invisible. We shall look on the impossible grass and the skies with a strange courage. We shall be of those who have seen and yet have believed.
Falò di sabato 2 settembre 2023 - Via Nuova, 22 a Quinzano – Verona
Ore 18,30 Arrivo e cena al sacco.
Ore 19,30 Accensione del falò
- lettura dei brani di Chesterton:
quella dell’ordinario da Eretici
quella del proprio commentato dai presenti - snudamento delle spade
- taglio e degustazione del formaggio;
- distribuzione del rum;
- spegnimento del fuoco;
- fumata finale del sigaro ed eventuale ripresa della discussione.
Lettura del proprio del Falò del XX settembre 2023
da “L’Uomo che fu Giovedì” - Primo Capitolo
Io vi dico che, ogni volta arriva un treno in stazione, io sento che esso ha spezzato delle batterie d’assedianti e che l’uomo ha vinto una battaglia contro il caos. Voi dite con tono sprezzante che quando si è lasciata la stazione di Sloane Square si deve arrivare a Victoria: ebbene, io dico che si potrebbero fare mill’altre cose, invece, e che ogni qualvolta pervengo realmente a Victoria ho il senso d’esservi riuscito appena per un pelo. E quando odo l’inserviente gridare la parola “Victoria”, non è questa per me una parola senza significato: per me è il grido d’un araldo che annuncia una conquista. Per me è proprio “Victoria”, è la vittoria di Adamo!
“The Man Who Was Thursday” - Chapter I
“I tell you,” went on Syme with passion, “that every time a train comes in I feel that it has broken past batteries of besiegers, and that man has won a battle against chaos. You say contemptuously that when one has left Sloane Square one must come to Victoria. I say that one might do a thousand things instead, and that whenever I really come there I have the sense of hairbreadth escape. And when I hear the guard shout out the word ‘Victoria,’ it is not an unmeaning word. It is to me the cry of a herald announcing conquest. It is to me indeed ‘Victoria’; it is the victory of Adam.”
When Thomas Aquinas asserted the spiritual liberty of man, he created all the bad novels in the circulating libraries.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.
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The great march of mental destruction will go on. Everything will be denied. Everything will become a creed. It is a reasonable position to deny the stones in the street; it will be a religious dogma to assert them. It is a rational thesis that we are all in a dream; it will be a mystical sanity to say that we are all awake. Fires will be kindled to testify that two and two make four. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer. We shall be left defending, not only the incredible virtues and sanities of human life, but something more incredible still, this huge impossible universe which stares us in the face. We shall fight for visible prodigies as if they were invisible. We shall look on the impossible grass and the skies with a strange courage. We shall be of those who have seen and yet have believed.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics
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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics
Chesterton wrote Heretics (1905) and Orthodoxy (1908) long before he was received into the Church on July 30th 1922, 100 years' ago. Truth, orthodoxy, excludes error. There is no room for half-truths in Chesterton:
"There is something to be said very error, but whatever may be said for it, the most important thing to be said about it is that it is erroneous." (Orthodoxy).
Il resto qui sotto:
The supreme adventure is being born. There we do walk suddenly into a splendid and startling trap. There we do see something of which we have not dreamed before. Our father and mother do lie in wait for us and leap out on us, like brigands from a bush. Our uncle is a surprise. Our aunt is, in the beautiful common expression, a bolt from the blue. When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world that we have not made. In other words, when westep into the family we step into a fairy-tale.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.

It is exactly because our brother George is not interested in our religious difficulties, but is interested in the Trocadero Restaurant, that the family has some of the bracing qualities of the commonwealth. It is precisely because our uncle Henry does not approve of the theatrical ambitions of our sister Sarah that the family is like humanity. The men and women who, for good reasons and bad, revolt against the family, are, for good reasons and bad, simply revolting against mankind. Aunt Elizabeth is unreasonable, like mankind. Papa is excitable, like mankind. Our youngest brother is mischievous, like mankind. Grandpapa is stupid, like the world; he is old, like the world.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.
Fires will be kindled to testify that two and two make four. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Heretics.