This is an old classic that I finally got around to read. Chesterton is called the "Apostle of Common Sense" and he has a lot of common sense in this book but I must admit it was boring. I kept falling asleep reading it. Maybe I'm not the old classic reader I thought. I found the book just rambled on about nothing for great importance. There was good bits of information in it but I didn't find it worth the effort to ferrit them out. I tossed my book out. I still like Chesterton but this book didn't have the great wisdom I have found in his other writings. But that is just me.