All literature enchants and delights us, recovers us from the 10,000 things that distract us. The unenchanted life is not worth living.
Lewis
C. S. Lewis Not Quite Discussing Neil Gaiman's American Gods
C. S. Lewis, In Hospital in France, 12 February 1918
Young C. S. Lewis, Arrived at Oxford
The blood-ice of battle, the unseen hand of God, the blind eyes of men -- Beowulf 1584-1650
In the Realm of Useless Footnotes
In the Realm of Useless Footnotes, Part Two
Sudden Gleams of Fugitive Association
A Head Full of Homer, A Trench Full of Blood
Further Remarkable Daughters
C. S. Lewis, the Little People, and the Wrong Shoe
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