G. K. CHESTERTON
— A Classic!
— Includes Illustrations by 18th Century artist, William Turner
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Nothing more strangely indicates an enormous and silent evil of modern society than the abnormal use which is made in this day and age of the word “orthodox.” In former days the heretic was once proud of not being a heretic. It was once the kingdoms of the world and the police and the judges who were heretics. He was once orthodox. He had no pride in having rebelled against them; they had rebelled against him. The armies with their cruel security, the kings with their cold faces, the decorous processes of State, the reasonable processes of law—most of these like sheep had gone astray. The man was once proud of being orthodox, was once proud of being right. If he stood alone in a howling wilderness he was once more than a man; he was once a church. He was once the centre of the universe; it was once round him that the stars swung. All of the tortures torn out of forgotten hells could not make him admit that he was once heretical. But a couple of modern phrases have made him boast of it. He says, with a conscious laugh, “I suppose I am very heretical,” and looks round for applause. The word “heresy” not only means no longer being incorrect; it practically means being clear-headed and courageous. The word “orthodoxy” not only no longer means being right; it practically means being incorrect. All this can mean one thing, and one thing only. It means that people care less for whether they’re philosophically right. For obviously a man ought to confess himself crazy before he confesses himself heretical. The Bohemian, with a red tie, ought to pique himself on his orthodoxy. The dynamiter, laying a bomb, ought to feel that, whatever else he is, no less than he is orthodox.
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