Let us think for a while upon what the Stage was once, in a republic of the past—what it may be again, I sometimes dream, in some republic of the future.
Editor’s note: The following is extracted from Wine, Water, and Song, by G.K. Chesterton (published 1915). If I had been a Heathen,I’d have praised the purple vine,My slaves should dig the vineyards,And
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