Dali Atomicus by Philippe Halsman

...About this and this, he cried; about order and anarchy. There is your precious order, that lean, iron lamp, ugly and barren; and there is anarchy, rich, living, reproducing itself—there is anarchy, splendid in green and gold...

...Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face—that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem. That old gentleman with the wild, white beard and the wild, white hat—that venerable humbug was not really a philosopher; but at least he was the cause of philosophy in others. That scientific gentleman with the bald, egg-like head and the bare, bird-like neck had no real right to the airs of science that he assumed. He had not discovered anything new in biology; but what biological creature could he have discovered more singular than himself?

The man who was Thursday; a nightmare... by G. K. Chesterton, the "prince of paradox" press title for complete story

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Anonymous said...

Wow, Chesterton here, what a find.