Twelve unrelated essays, each about a particular person: Charlotte Brontë, William Morris, Lord Byron, Alexander Pope, Francesco d’Assisi, Edmond Rostand, Charles II, Robert Louis Stevenson, Thomas Carlyle, Лев Николаевич Толстой, Girolamo Savonarola and Walter Scott.
In general average Chesterton: good but not exceedingly so, sometimes to be agreed, sometimes disagreed with. However, I learned more than usual: First, who was William Morris. Second, that Pope was a satirist, rather than a Romantic. Third, the interesting paradox “that we cannot imagine a space that is infinite, and that we cannot imagine a space that is finite”.
And fourth, that the popular perception of medieval monks as gloomy on account of their asceticism may be as mistaken as a perception of sportsmen as gloomy on account of their asceticism, the only difference being that “we do feel the love of sport; we do not feel the love of religious offices. We see only the price in the one case and only the purchase in the other.”