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..There comes a time in a fellow's life — or, well, at any rate, there has come such a time in my life, and I'm a fellow — when the prospect of making new friends becomes rather a bother. I don't mean the effort, or trying to be friendly; I mean the actual achievement, the success of the endeavor. I'm sure for some, the former struggle is more felt, and maybe has always been that way. But I've always had a bit of an extroverted disposition and happily fall into easy acquaintance with a stranger at the pub or in a queue at the post office or the like. The thing for me is about actual friendship, having new friends. One has to find room to fit them in. . .
From the "GKCDaily" quotations account on Twitter comes this nugget that caught my eye:
Though the source isn't given, this is apparently in one of Chesterton's Illustrated London News pieces from the period between 1920-22 - I don't have my volumes near to hand, so I can't zero in on the particular date and title of the article.
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