The sure mark of an unliterary man is that he considers “I’ve read it already” to be a conclusive argument against reading a work. We have all know women who remembered a novel so dimly that they had to stand for half an hour in the library skimming through it before they were certain they had once read it. But the moment they became certain, they rejected it immediately. It was for them dead, like a burnt-out match, an old railway ticket, or yesterday’s paper; they had already used it. Those who read great works, on the other hand, will read the same work ten, twenty or thirty times during the course of their life.
G.K. Chesterton was an English writer, poet, and theologian around the turn of the Twentieth Century. C.S. Lewis credited Chesterton with moving the acclaimed creator of Narnia toward his own salvation. In many ways, the two share more than the tendency to use initials for first names. Both of their writing paints a stunning perspective of the act of creation—whether in poetry or art. To create anything is to engage in the play of God himself. Chesterton believed that the most mundane stuff of life can and should carry on the sheer delight of God as Creator.