Too much of a good thing, as my mother would say, turns bad.
When Chesterton wrote “Orthodoxy” in 1908, he looked at his modern times and pitied their unimaginative banality. He would surely weep aloud were he to observe our times.
“The modern world,” he wrote a century ago, “is full of the old Christian virtues gone mad. The virtues have gone mad because they have been isolated from each other and are wandering alone.
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