Finding yourself

I’m reading the Ball and the Cross by Chesterton for the first time for a book club my friend is hosting. I’ve only ever read his nonfiction in the past.

Lots of funny stuff in there:

A great light like dawn came into Mr. Turnbull’s face… He bounded to his feet like a boy; he saw a new youth opening before him And as not infrequently happens to middle-aged gentlemen when they see a new youth opening before them, he found himself in the presence of the police. (Ch.2)