Mar. 15th, 2009 08:35 pm
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They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often.

If ye all will have it so, let us go on and take the adventures that shall fall to us.

And anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death and then burned alive and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There.

The boy, who had been crying a moment before, burst out laughing and joined them.

He thought of course that they were making it all up and as he was far too stupid to make anything up himself, he did not approve of that.

And when they found she wasn't much good even at that, they got her into Parliament where she lived happily ever after.

Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.
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Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

It is low hearts and not low brows that are vulgar.


Quick agitation seized them: a kind of boiling and bubbling in mind and heart which shook their bodies also. It went to a rhythm of such fierce speed that they feared their sanity must be shaken into a thousand fragments. And then it seemed that this had actually happened. But it didn't matter: for all the fragments - needle-pointed desires, brisk merriments, lynx-eyed thoughts - went rolling to and fro like glittering drops and reunited themselves. It was well that both men had some knowledge of poetry. The doubling, splitting and recombining of thoughts which now went on in them would have been unendurable for one whom that art had not already instructed in the counterpoint of the mind, the mastery of doubled and trebled vision. For Ransom, whose study had been for many years in the realm of words, it was heavenly pleasure. He found himself sitting within the very heart of language, in the white-hot furnace of essential speech. All fact was broken, splashed into cataracts, caught, turned inside out, kneaded, slain, and reborn as meaning. For the lord of Meaning himself, the herald, the messenger, the slayer of Argus, was with them: the angel that spins nearest the sun.


You can come home modified, thinking and feeling as you did not think and feel before. So with the old literature. You can go beyond the first impression that a poem makes on your modern sensibility. By study of things outside the poem, by comparing it with other poems, by steeping yourself in the vanished period, you can then re-enter the poem with eyes more like those of the natives; now perhaps seeing that the associations you gave to the old words were false, that the real implications were different than you supposed.


You first of all allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed, because he enjoyed it and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his new friends. In the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea there--a walk through country he really likes, and taken alone. In other words you allowed him two real positive Pleasures. Were you so ignorant as not to see the danger of this? The characteristic of Pains and Pleasures is that they are unmistakably real, and therefore, as far as they go, give the man who feels them a touchstone of reality....You were trying to damn your patient by the World, that is by palming off vanity, bustle, irony, and expensive tedium as pleasures. How can you have failed to see that a real pleasure was the last thing you ought to have let him meet? Didn't you foresee that it would just kill by contrast all the trumpery which you have been so laboriously teaching him to value? And that the sort of pleasure which the book and the walk gave him was the most dangerous of all? That it would peel off from his sensibility the kind of crust you have been forming on it, and make him feel that he was coming home, recovering himself?


Those in whom the Greek word lives only while they are hunting for it in the lexicon, and who then substitute the English word for it, are not reading the Greek at all; they are only solving a puzzle. The very formula, "Naus means a ship," is wrong. Naus and ship both mean a thing, they do not mean one another. Behind Naus, as behind navis or naca, we want to have a picture of a dark, slender mass with sail or oars, climbing the ridges, with no officious English word intruding.


The waking world is judged more real because it can thus contain the dreaming world; the dreaming world is judged less real because it cannot contain the waking one. For the same reason I am certain that in passing from the scientific points of view to the theological, I have passed from dream to waking. Christian theology can fit in science, art, morality, and the sub-Christian religions. The scientific point of view cannot fit in any of these things, not even science itself. I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.


But there must be a real giving up of the self. You must throw it away "blindly" so to speak. Christ will indeed give you a real personality: but you must not go to Him for the sake of that. As long as your own personality is what you are bothering about you are not going to Him at all. The very first step is to try to forget about the self altogether. Your real, new self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when you are looking for Him. Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you know, for more everyday matters. Even in social life, you will never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of impression you are making. Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it. The principle runs through all life from top to bottom. Give up your self, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it. Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fibre of your being, and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.
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The orthodox Church never took the tame course or accepted the conventions . . . It is always easy to let the age have its head; the difficult thing is to keep one's own . . . It is always simple to fall: there are an infinity of angles at which one falls, but only one at which one stands. To have fallen into one of the fads from Gnosticism to Christian Science would indeed have been obvious and tame. But to have avoided them all has been one whirling adventure; and in my vision the heavenly chariot flies thundering through the ages, the dull heresies sprawling and prostrate, the wild truth reeling but erect.
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"Anger is the fluid love bleeds when you cut it." - C.S. Lewis

"Love...does not mean an emotion. It is a state not of the feelings but of the will; that state of the will we have naturally about ourselves, and must learn to have about other people." - C.S. Lewis

"Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do." - C.S. Lewis

"What we learn from experience depends on the kind of philosophy we bring to experience." - C.S. Lewis

"Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.' People say different things: so do instincts." - C.S. Lewis

"Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than minority of them - never become conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?" - C.S. Lewis

"I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of 'Admin.' The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid 'dens of crime' that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern." - C.S. Lewis

"Like every other historical event, war is not an end, but a beginning." - Dorothy L. Sayers

"If we cherish and fondle a grievance [against things in general], and would rather wallow in it and vent our irritation in spite and malice than humbly admit we are in the wrong and try to amend our behavior so as to get back to reality, that is, while it lasts, the deliberate choice, and a foretaste of the experience, of hell." - Dorothy L. Sayers

"We must abandon any idea that we are the slaves of chance, or environment, or our subconscious; any vague notion that good and evil are merely relative terms, or that conduct and opinion do not really matter; any comfortable persuasion that, however shiftlessly we muddle through life, it will somehow or another all come right on the night. We must try to believe that man's will is free, that he can consciously exercise choice, and that his choice can be decisive to all eternity." - Dorothy L. Sayers

"We shall not go so far as to say that evil is good in itself, but it can, in every sense of the words, "be made good." The second Adam is greater than the first Adam ever could have been." - Dorothy L. Sayers

"For He seems to do nothing of Himself which He an possibly delegate to His creatures. He commands us to do slowly and blunderingly what He could do perfectly and in the twinkling of an eye. He allows us to neglect what He would have us do, or to fail. Perhaps we do not fully realize the problem, so to call it, of enabling finite free wills to coexist with Omnipotence... This is how (no light matter) God makes something --indeed, makes gods -- out of nothing." - C.S. Lewis
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Poi si rivolse e parve di coloro
che corrono a Verona il drappo verde
per la campagna. E parve di costoro
quelli che vince non colui che perde.
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A romantic theologian does not mean one who is romantic about theology but one who is theological about romance, one who considers the theological implications of those experiences which are called romantic. The belief that the most serious and ecstatic experiences either of human love or of imaginative literature have such theological implications and that they can be healthy and fruitful only if the implications are diligently thought out and severely lived, is the root principle of all [Charles Williams's] work. - C.S. Lewis


Sep. 27th, 2007 02:29 am
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Pray tell me What's a Puseyite? 'Tis puzzling to describe
This theologic Janus of a pious hybrid tribe.
At Lambeth and the Vatican he's equally at home,
Although tis said he's wont to give the preference to Rome.

Voracious as a book-worm is this antiquarian man.
The Fathers is his text book, the Canons is his law.
He's mighty in the Rubrics and well up on the creeds,
But he only quotes the "Articles" just as they suit his needs

The Bible is to him almost a sealed book;
Reserve is on his lips and a mystery in his look.
He loves the earthly candlestick more than the heavenly light!
The Sacramental system is the lamp to illumine his night!

He's great in peurilities, when he bows and when he stands.
In the cutting of his surplice or the henining of his bands.
Each saint upon the calendar he knows by heart at least;
He always dates his letters on a vigil or a feast.

He talketh much of discipline, but when the shoe doth pinch,
This most obedient duteous son will not give way an inch:
Pliant and obstinate by turns what'er may be the whim,
He's only for the bishop when the bishop is for him.

But hark with what a nasal twang, between a whine and groan.
He doth our noble liturgy most murderously intone!
Cold and formal are his prayers, his preaching colder still.
Inanimate and passionless his very look doth chill!

So much more, and worse again, if I had time to write,
Will give you an idea of a thorough Puseyite;
Whom even Rome repudiates as she laughs within her sleeve
At the sacerdotal mimic, a solemn make believe!

Oh! it were well for England if her church were rid of those
Half Papist and half Protestant, who are less her friends than foes.
Give me an open enemy, and not a hollow friend!
With God and with our Bible we need not fear the end.


Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:10 pm
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friend: papist!
me: heretic!
friend: *upset*
you just burnt me at the stake!
me: I also just hugged you.
friend: yes, my CHARRED CORPSE.
me: *awkward*

A Dream

May. 4th, 2005 10:43 pm
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This morning, I had a nightmare about imminent civil war between American Catholics and Protestants. Apparently some Protestant had killed several Catholics and the Catholics were pissed off and the Protestants were pissed off because the Catholics found out. And a Protestant said, "The Catholics martial a front so organized that they appear to be disorganized. They can wage GRASSROOT GUERILLA CAMPAIGNS!"


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