If I had been a Heathen, // I’d have piled my pyre on high, // And in a great red whirlwind // Gone roaring to the sky; // But Higgins is a Heathen, // And a richer man than I: // And they put him in an oven, // Just as if he were a pie.
— G.K. Chesterton
John Deering and John Newcombe
John Deering
If I had been a Heathen, // I’d have piled my pyre on high, // And in a great red whirlwind // Gone roaring to the sky; // But Higgins is a Heathen, // And a richer man than I: // And they put him in an oven, // Just as if he were a pie.
— G.K. Chesterton