There’s a Chestertonism for every day of the year; why should the first be any exception? On this third day of 2019, here’s the big man himself:
The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective.
I’ve broken my nose three times – once wrestling, twice boxing – and would be glad for a new one. But plastic surgery is expensive, and I’m getting married in August, so I’ll soldier on with the mangled thing I’ve got between my eyes.
