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    Greybeards at Play Literature and Art for Old Gentlemen
    Greybeards at Play Literature and Art for Old Gentlemen
    Greybeards at Play Literature and Art for Old Gentlemen
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    Greybeards at Play Literature and Art for Old Gentlemen

    By G.K Chesterton

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    Gilbert Keith Chesterton, KC (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936), was an English writer, poet, philosopher, dramatist, journalist, orator, lay theologian, biographer, and literary and art critic. Chesterton is often referred to as the "prince of paradox". Time magazine has observed of his writing style: "Whenever possible Chesterton made his points with popular sayings, proverbs, allegories—first carefully turning them inside out."
    Chesterton is well known for his fictional priest-detective Father Brown, and for his reasoned apologetics. Even some of those who disagree with him have recognised the wide appeal of such works as Orthodoxy and The Everlasting Man.

     
    LanguageEnglish
    Publisheranamsaleem
    Release dateNov 9, 2018
    ISBN9788829546985
    Greybeards at Play Literature and Art for Old Gentlemen
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    G.K Chesterton

    G.K. Chesterton (1874–1936) was an English writer, philosopher and critic known for his creative wordplay. Born in London, Chesterton attended St. Paul’s School before enrolling in the Slade School of Fine Art at University College. His professional writing career began as a freelance critic where he focused on art and literature. He then ventured into fiction with his novels The Napoleon of Notting Hill and The Man Who Was Thursday as well as a series of stories featuring Father Brown.

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