The following is a favorite excerpt from Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse (chapter 3). It cracks me up every time I read it. The full book is available for free. Enjoy! The first of the telegrams arrived shortly after noon, and Jeeves brought it in with the before-luncheon snifter. It was from my Aunt Dahlia, operating… Read More Come At Once. Travers.
When we are very young children we do not need fairy tales: we only need tales. Mere life is interesting enough. A child of seven is excited by being told that Tommy opened a door and saw a dragon. But a child of three is excited by being told that Tommy opened a door. –… Read More The Dragon Behind the Door
And yet hypocrites would tread these twisting paths so as to seem to approach the God from whom they flee. For where they ought to have remained consistently obedient throughout life, they boldly rebel against him in almost all their deeds, and are zealous to placate him merely with a few paltry sacrifices. Where they… Read More Ridiculous Acts of Expiation
I recently added the C. S. Lewis collection to my Logos library. FINALLY I can do searches for the endless quotes of his that flare up without spending 30 minutes remembering which book or essay he it in, and another 30 trying to find the right dog-eared page or margin exclamation point. Of all excerpts from Lewis, this one from… Read More Twopence for your Thoughts
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, culture, arts, civilization––these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit––immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are… Read More Immortal Horrors or Everlasting Splendors
[Merry] loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire. Tolkein, The Return of the King, 774.
“Are you not thirsty?” said the lion.
“I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.… Read More I Make No Promises