graice

Updated: May 21, 2025

I ain't a clever chap like you; but I ain't a born natural, Michael Moon, and when there's an elephant on my doorstep I don't listen to no explanations. `It's got a trunk, I says. `My trunk, you says: `I'm fond of travellin', and a change does me good. `But the blasted thing's got tusks, I says. `Don't look a gift 'orse in the mouth, you says, `but thank the goodness and the graice that on your birth 'as smiled. `But it's nearly as big as the 'ouse, I says. `That's the bloomin' perspective, you says, `and the sacred magic of distance. `Why, the elephant's trumpetin' like the Day of Judgement, I says. `That's your own conscience a-talking to you, Moses Gould, you says in a grive and tender voice.

G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton - Manalive