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Kevin J. Vanhoozer
“All television is educational television. The question is merely, ‘What is it teaching?”
Kevin J. Vanhoozer, Everyday Theology (Cultural Exegesis): How to Read Cultural Texts and Interpret Trends

C.S. Lewis
“I am Ungit.' My voice came wailing out of me and I found that I was in the cool daylight and in my own chamber....Without question it was true. It was I who was Ungit. That ruinous face was mine. I was that Batta-thing, that all-devouring womblike, yet barren, thing. Glome as a web—I was the swollen spider, squat at its center, gorged with men's stolen lives.”
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

Michael J. Sullivan
“lying was a betrayal to one’s self. It’s evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie rather than accepting yourself for who you really are—or, in this case, pretend something happened when it didn’t. The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you. It’s like when a man would rather die than be thought of as a coward. His life is not as important to him as his reputation. In the end, who is braver? The man who dies rather than be thought of as a coward or the man who lives willing to face who he really is?”
Michael J. Sullivan, Theft of Swords

C.S. Lewis
“Already, even with the great act still ahead, there was flowing in upon me, from the barren years beyond it, a dejection such as I had never conceived. It was not at all like the agonies I had endured before and have endured since. I did not weep nor wring my hands. I was like water put into a bottle and left in a cellar: utterly motionless, never to be drunk, poured out, spilled, or shaken. The days were endless. The very shadows seemed nailed to the ground as if the sun no longer moved.”
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

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