Posted on 11/22/2013 7:45:33 AM PST by Joe 6-pack
It is where Dimble speaks in Old Solar:
"What shall I say in the Great Tongue?"
"Say that you come in the name of God and all angels and in the power of the planets from one who sits today in the seat of the Pendragron and command him to come with you. Say it now."
And Dimble, who had been sitting with his face drawn, and rather white, between the white faces of the two women, and his eyes on the table, raised his head, and great syllables of words that sounded like castles came out of his mouth. Jane felt her hear leap and quiver at them. Everything else in the room seemed to have been intensely quiet; even the bird, and the bear, and the cat, were still, staring at the speaker. The voice did not sound like Dimble's own: it was as if the words spoke themselves through him from some strong place at a distance--or as if they were not words at all but present operations of God, the planets, and the Pendragon. For this was the language spoken before the Fall and beyond the Moon and the meanings were not given to the syllables by chance, or skill, or long tradition, but truly inherent in them as the shape of the great Sun is inherent in the little waterdrop. This was Language herself, as she first sprang at Maleldil's bidding out of the molten quicksilver of the first star called Mercury on Earth, but Viritrilbia in Deep Heaven.
Cheers!
The further...in you go, the bigger everything gets. The inside is larger than the outside. ~ C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle
Cheers!
Thanks. Curious that such a phrase bumps out. I suppose it’s the artist’s talent to express what you’ve been wishing for.
Suddenly her world was unmade
Lewis had a way with words that is a gift not often given.
I often read the first page of Out of the Silent Planet as it is the finest introduction to a story I've ever read. The Pedestrian... describes Dr. Elwin Ransom completely in its simplicity and drew me into the story like no other book.
Perelandra bored me when I was 10, but fascinates me still today. The back-and-forth dialogue and the finality of Ransom's decision leading to the battle still amazes.
50 years ago we lost a humble giant.
I recited that at my mother’s funeral.
We used to have late-night discussions about many things and Lewis often came into it.
About ‘93 I was fortunate to go back-stage after a Keaggy/Stonehill Concert at Point Loma and he and I discussed Lewis for about an hour. He recommended “A Man of Letters” (I think that’s the name of the book!) to me... I asked why he never plays “As the Ruin Falls” in concert... he said it was a little “too flowery” in its composition and he wanted to one day re-write it. I guess he hasn’t yet :(
Shades of Mother Teresa and Lady Di.
She had (or so she had believed) disliked bearded faces except for old men with white hair. But that was because she had long since forgotten the imagined Arthur of her childhood -- and the imagined Solomon too. Solomon -- for the first time in many years the bright solar belend of king and lover and magician which hangs about that name stole back upon her mind. For the first time in all those years she tasted the word King itself with all linked associations of battle, marriage, priesthood, mercy, and power.
... For the first few minutes after Grace Ironwood had left them alone, Jane hardly took in what the Director was saying. It was not that her attention wandered; on the contrary, her attention was so fixed on him that it defeated itself. Every tone, every look (how could they have supposed she would think him young?), every gesture, was printing itself upon her memory; and it was not until she had found that he had ceased speaking and was apparently awaiting an answer, that she realized she had taken in so little of what he had been saying.
Cheers!
perfection.
The last three Narnia films have been incredible. I'm usually very disappointed when a favorite novel is put on celluloid. Wardrobe was perhaps the one film that has most closely matched the way my mind's eye saw the events of the novel as I read it. Douglas Gresham and the Lewis estate have retained a lot of control and it shows. There's one scene in Wardrobe where the Pevensies are in the professor's country estate sitting around while it rained heavily outside, and there's war news playing on the radio in the background. The person reading the news is actually Doug Gresham :-)
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