"It was perhaps an incautious suggestion to make to a person only too ready to write books upon the feeblest provocation."

I decided tonight, upon extrapolated urging from a dear friend interested in fishing some thoughts out of my overindulged mind, to create a small cache in which to store a few for her and anyone else bored or silly enough to find themself here.

So, whoever you may be, welcome to the autumn semester.

I considered being cheesy enough to include a "syllabus" for you, but decided that clashes too much with my nature and the nature of this space. So all you need to know is that I think this is going to be primarily a place reserved for my reflections on a book suggested to me by a friend who knew it was right up my alley.

The book is Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton.

I've only just read the first paragraph of the introduction, but judging by the title of this entry (a quote from said selection), it seems mister Chesterton and I are already on the same page...