G.K. Chesterton: A giant in body, a child at heart. The ample and spacious folds of his flesh enclose a soul untouched and untainted by the sordid world. A double chin and a double talent--deadly seriousness with witty absurdity. I found him at his home in Beaconsfield one Sunday, pottering around his garden. He was the humblest of men as we talked: was this modest figure the great G.K.C., dreaded figure of his literary opponents, more dreaded foe of pretentious people? He spoke with a pronounced Oxford accent.
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 6: The Profane and The Profound > # 62