Wednesday, February 12, 2025

With Love So Pure and Pringlish

  The World State
by G. K. Chesterton 

Oh, how I love Humanity,
With love so pure and pringlish,
And how I hate the horrid French,
Who never will be English! 

The International Idea,
The largest and the clearest,
Is welding all the nations now,
Except the one that's nearest. 

This compromise has long been known,
This scheme of partial pardons,
 In ethical societies
And small suburban gardens -- 

The villas and the chapels where
I learned with little labour
The way to love my fellow-man
And hate my next-door neighbour.

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Anonymous
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14 years ago

Thanks for the post.

Would you happen to know whether"Dr. Hyde, Detective, and the White Pillars Murder" is available online?

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Anonymous
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14 years ago

Ha! Murder of Roger Ackroyd immediately popped into my head on reading VII.

From my late grandfather's collection, I read some mysteries by a lady author, dating from the turn of the century to about the 40s, and she consistently broke rule VIII. You simply couldn't solve the cases yourself because clues and intuitions were always being revealed at the last minute. In a sense it helped me to sit back and just go along for the ride.

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Anonymous
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14 years ago

I think the rules essentially force one to write stories structured around puzzles; but, of course, one could write very different kinds of mysteries, like the case you note. They can be quite readable, too; in effect, they are stories in which the mystery is for the purpose of a broader story, rather than the story being for the purpose of laying out a mystery puzzle.

I once had the idea of writing a mystery story in which, by the end, everything was simply left as a mystery.

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Anonymous
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14 years ago

Thanks for ruining The Murder of Roger Ackroyd :(

Well, that's what I get for reading ComBox posts about murder mysteries, I suppose.

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Anonymous
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14 years ago

Oh, it's not ruined, I assure you; the real fun is seeing how Christie does it.