|Chesterton's grave in Beaconsfield (carved by Eric Gill). Stuart's son, Nathanael, stands proudly next to it.|
One of these days I will write about GK Chesterton and his relationship with Belloc. I think it sufficeth to say, for the moment, that had it not been for Belloc there would probably have been no Chesterton (as he 'became').
They first met, according to Chesterton, at a restaurant in Soho:
He entered like a man armed, and as with a clang of iron. He brought with him news from the fronts of history. What he brought into our dream was this Roman appetite for reality and for reason in action, and when he came into the door there entered with him the smell of danger. He remarked that he was in low spirits. His low spirits were and are much more uproarious and enlivening than anybody else’s high spirits. He talked into the night, and left behind in it a glowing track of good things. When I say good things, I mean things that are truly good. This man has made the greatest fight for good things of all the men of my time.
I will write more, about their collaborative friendship, at some stage in the future.
Sticking with the Chestertonian theme, a splendid chap called Stuart McCullough will be engaging in a 'pilgrimage' to his resting place in Beaconsfield at the end of the month. Stuart writes: