One thing this prescient book achieves—and possibly the reason Chesterton wrote it—is to show just how varied such types can be. Our own time (and he must have foreseen it) for all its electronic wizardry and lightening communication, is devoid of much true diversity of personality, talent and perspective. The infantile nature of modern political debate is a perfect example. Really, there is no debate at all, just cartoonish demonising of one's opponent. Nor is there any particular yearning for fundamental truth. (Goodreads)