For Tommy, on that hot and empty afternoon, was in that state of mind in which grown up people go away and write books about their view of the whole world, and stories about what it is like to be married, and plays about the important problems of modern times. Tommy, being only ten years old, was not able to do harm on this large and handsome scale. (GK Chesterton, "The Coloured Lands.")
One page into the story and I feel I have already been accused and found wanting.
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