The great man was in a queue for confession at Westminster Cathedral (if that seems strange, most churches had a Saturday afternoon queue for confession up until about 40 years ago). Suddenly the priest's door to the confessional was flung open and the confessor appeared and said:
"I have to go on a sick call, I will only hear those who are in a state of mortal sin".
As you may imagine, the row of would-be penitents froze in horror until GKC rose to his feet, slowly looked up and down the line, flung his cloak over his shoulder and boldly marched into the confesional.
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