G.K. Chesterton Quote
I was waiting for you, said Gregory. Might I have a moment's conversation?Certainly. About what? asked Syme in a sort of weak wonder.Gregory struck out with his stick at the lamp-post, and then at the tree. About this and this, he cried; about order and anarchy. There is your precious order, that lean, iron lamp, ugly and barren; and there is anarchy, rich, living, reproducing itself--there is anarchy, splendid in green and gold.All the same, replied Syme patiently, just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.
G.K. Chesterton
I was waiting for you, said Gregory. Might I have a moment's conversation?Certainly. About what? asked Syme in a sort of weak wonder.Gregory struck out with his stick at the lamp-post, and then at the tree. About this and this, he cried; about order and anarchy. There is your precious order, that lean, iron lamp, ugly and barren; and there is anarchy, rich, living, reproducing itself--there is anarchy, splendid in green and gold.All the same, replied Syme patiently, just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.