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688 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1966
which really stops too long ago. Our only peeve is that Major Lewis, obviously knowing no Greek, did not resort to someone who did.” It was closely followed by Letters to an American Lady,
on which my verdict was, “Talking of Lewis letters, you remember that I have three of my own? They are only business letters, of course, and one was typed by his brother; but people here find them enthralling. Showing them has begun to be part of the routine when we entertain. Some are still unaware that he is gone. His death was quite overshadowed by that other, surely less significant, death in November 1963, when we were with you at Irchester for Christmas. The sense that he is still writing is fostered by the regular appearance of unpublished stuff. Talking of which, I must send you Letters to an American Lady. Ever so useful here, because her mentality was so west-coasty. The character emerges quite clearly, although there is scarcely anything by her in the whole book. Obviously she got money out of him. My friend Nan Dunbar, the Mods. Tutor at Somerville . . . has told me that she was visited in California by someone from his executors, and found to be living in extremely comfortable circumstances!” (Quoted in fictionalised form in my spiritual autobiography O Love How Deep.
Then in 1988 came the post-‘Warnie’ revised and enlarged Fontana edition which I also own and have studied with care. The current edition is what I am posting about now."I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him."
"[...] the love that matters is His for you - yours for Him may at present exist only in the form of obedience. He will see to the rest."
"Talking of beasts and birds, have you ever noticed this contrast: that when you read a scientific account of any animal's life you get an impression of laborious, incessant, almost rational economic activity (as if all animals were Germans), but when you study any animal you know, what at once strikes you is their cheerful fatuity, the pointlessness of nearly all they do. Say what you like, Barfield, the world is sillier and better fun than they make out ..."
"Oh - I'd nearly forgotten - I have one other piece of advice. Remember that there are only three kinds of things anyone need ever do. (1) Things we ought to do (2) Things we've got to do (3) Things we like doing. I say this because some people seem to spend so much of their time doing things for none of the three reasons, things like reading books they don't like because other people read them. Things you ought to do are things like doing one's school work or being nice to people. Things one has got to do are things like dressing and undressing, or household shop-ping. Things one likes doing-but of course I don't know what you like. Perhaps you'll write and tell me one day. Of course I always mention you in my prayers and will most especially on Saturday. Do the same for me."
"Thanks for your kind note. Yes, autumn is really the best of the seasons: and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life. But of course, like Autumn, it doesn't last."