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Dermot Quinn
Thank you for those kind words of introduction which are both un-
deserved and unexpected. Undeserved because I am not nearly as distin-
guished as you have suggested. Unexpected because, until two days ago,
I had no intention of being here at all. You came to listen to a reading
of The Invisible Man and the Invisible Man—it turns out—is Father Ian
Boyd who, even as we speak, is engaged in some tussle with the passport
office in Edmonton, Canada. I am not Father Boyd. I am not even Mon-
sieur Flambeau—a master of disguises masquerading as Father Boyd. I
am merely a modest substitute for the main attraction. Invisibility is what
you came for and invisibility is what you are getting. I am reminded of
that verse used in Robert Hamer’s film Father Brown in 1954:
Actually, I wish he would come back and perhaps, in the next few
minutes, you will entertain the same wish yourself. My remarks on
Chesterton and Freedom are more or less impromptu and open to the
criticism that they are as rambling as the English country road that
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The Chesterton Review
The good news is that it is easy to talk about Chesterton and Free-
dom. That is also the bad news. In a sense, all of Chesterton is about
Freedom—its uses and abuses, its dangers and delights. Open any page
of his writings and you will find some reflection, insight, or turn of
phrase that suggests that, for him, liberty in one form or another was the
central preoccupation of his life. At one level, this was as much a matter
of temperament as of philosophy. He was a man who enjoyed liberty,
who celebrated it, who seems—in his own life—to have been a free man.
The Chesterton of the popular imagination—beer-drinking, always in
the company of friends, intensely in love with ordinary people and or-
dinary things, impatient with interferers and busy-bodies and the nanny
state—seems almost to personify a peculiarly English kind of freedom.
And yet, at another level, he was also a man for whom Freedom—as in
“Free Thought,” “Free Expression” “Free Love”—represented a prob-
lem, not a solution. He knew freedom’s power and its limits. He knew its
creative and destructive capacity. He knew that it could make or break
us. The task of his life—the task of all our lives—was to know when to
embrace freedom and when to leave it alone.
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ogy dealt much with hell. It is full of danger, like a boy’s book: it
is at an immortal crisis. There is a great deal of similarity between
popular fiction and the religion of the western people.
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So much for sublime liberty: what of the perilous kind? Original Sin,
the Old Adam, the selfishness that comes from possessing a self: here,
too, was freedom; here, too, was an exercise of the will. But this freedom
was destructive and disastrous because, self-evidently, it was the will ren-
dered as mere willfulness, a kind of “ultimate unreasoning insolence”
that objected to any limit as such. “The Fall [of man] is a view of life,”
Chesterton said. “It holds that we have misused a good world, and not
merely been trapped into a bad one. It refers evil back to the wrong use
of the will.” “In Eden,” he continued, “there was a maximum of liberty
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and a minimum of veto; but some veto is essential even to the enjoyment
of liberty.”
To forget the veto, to ignore the limit: that was how Eden was lost.
Chesterton was an anarchist who liked rules. Indeed, he was an anar-
chist because he liked rules. Only with rules could the anarchy be en-
joyed. “The whole point of a holiday,” he once wrote, “was to be, within
certain rational restraints, irresponsible.” Without the rational restraints
it was not a holiday—a holy day—at all.
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ery day I life, the Church seems to me more and more wonderful;
the Sacraments more and more solemn and sustaining; the voice
of the Church, her liturgy, her liturgy, her rules, her discipline, her
ritual, her decisions in matters of faith and morals more and more
excellent and profoundly wise and true and right, and her children
stamped with something that those outside her are without. There
I have found Truth and reality and everything outside her is to me
compared with Her as dust and shadow…. Space and freedom:
that is what I experienced on being received; that is what I have
been most conscious of ever since.
That, surely, is the only liberty worthy of the name. I wish it for all
of us.
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