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Show Excerpt I had been taught, all my courage, not to collapse in a paroxysm of fright. And now a perfect tornado burst upon me. The ground shook as though thousands of horses thundered across it; and this time the storm bore on its icy wings, not snow, but great hailstones which drove with such violence that they might have come from the thongs of Balearic slingers--hailstones that beat down leaf and branch and made the shelter of the cypresses of no more avail than though their stems were standing-corn. At the first I had rushed to the nearest tree; but I was soon fain to leave it and seek the only spot that seemed to afford refuge, the deep Doric doorway of the marble tomb. There, crouching against the massive bronze door, I gained a certain amount of protection from the beating of the hailstones, for now they only drove against me as they ricocheted from the ground and the side of the marble. As I leaned against the door, it moved slightly and opened inwards. The shelter of even a tomb was welcome in t

In his Autobiography, Chesterton describes his happy childhood, the intellectual 'doubts and morbidities' of his youth and his search for a true vocation. He includes many anecdotes about his literary friends, Henry James, George Bernard Shaw, and H G Wells. But it is his quest for religious conviction and his conversion to faith that is central to his story which he tells with great modesty, gentleness and intelligence.