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”