Misguided Ideals

“‘Strange,’ said Oyarsa. ‘You do not love any one of your race-you would have me let me kill Ransom. You do not love the mind of your race, nor the body. Any kind of creature will please you if only it is begotten by your kind as they now are. It seems to me, Thick One, that what you really love is no completed creature but the very seed itself: for that is all that is left.'”

 

C.S. Lewis “Out of the Silent Planet”

 

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The Poet’s Fear

“It would be a strange but not an inconceivable world; heroism and poetry at the bottom, cold scientific intellect above it, and overtopping all some dark superstition which scientific intellect, helpless against the revenge of the emotional depths it had ignored, had neither will nor power to remove.”

 

C.S. Lewis “Out of the Silent Planet”