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- URL: https://thedailyeudemon.com/454/
- Published: 2005-03-26T22:41:00.000Z
- Updated: 2022-05-18T10:11:58.000Z
- Author: Eric Scheske
- Tags: TWE, #wpChunk

More Absinthe  
  
We are pursuing this **absinthe** matter further (see 3/25 "Friday's Brews You Can Use"). Per our request, Dale Ahlquist, Publisher of *Gilbert Magazine* and President of the American Chesterton Society, passed along seven passages from works of G.K. Chesterton that mention it. Here are three of them:

"\[Robert Louis\] Stevenson seemed to say to the semi-suicides drooping round him at the cafe tables; drinking **absinthe** and discussing atheism: 'Hang it all, the hero of a penny-dreadful play was a better man than you are!'" *Robert Louis Stevenson*

"When Stevenson set about to describe Villon and his gang of ragamuffins, under the snow and gargoyles of mediaeval Paris, he carved his grotesque as carefully as a gargoyle and balanced his story as beautifully as a French ballade. He did not take opium and **absinthe** and then sit down to wait for nameless cosmic energies to pour into his soul from nowhere. His spirit was a spirit utterly different from the mystical scepticism common in his time. He was responsible; he was deliberate; he was thrifty; he thoroughly deserved the dignified title of a working man." *Robert Louis Stevenson*

"The hour of **absinthe** is over. We shall not be much further troubled with the little artists who found Dickens too sane for their sorrows and too clean for their delights. But we have a long way to travel before we get back to what Dickens meant: and the passage is along a rambling English road, a twisting road such as Mr. Pickwick travelled. But this at least is part of what he meant; that comradeship and serious joy are not interludes in our travel; but that rather our travels are interludes in comradeship and joy, which through God shall endure for ever. The inn does not point to the road; the road points to the inn. And all roads point at last to an ultimate inn, where we shall meet Dickens and all his characters: and when we drink again it shall be from the great flagons in the tavern at the end of the world." *Charles Dickens*