Friday, February 8, 2008

i love lewis... c.s. lewis

"Soon she went further in and found that there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her face into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in - then two or three steps - always expecting to feel woodwork afainst the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it."

"He had eaten his share of the dinner, but hadn't really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight - and there's nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food."

"'I've come at last,' said he. 'She has kept me out for a long time, but I have got in at last. Aslan is on the move. The Witch's magic is weakening.' And Lucy felt running through her that deep shiver of gladness which you only get if you are being solemn and still."

"They were pretty tired by now of course; but not what I'd call bitterly tired - only slow and feeling very dreamy and quiet inside as one does when one is coming to the end of a long day in the open. Susan had a slight blister on one heel."

"Forward they went again and one of the girls walked on each side of the Lion. But how slowly he walked! And his great, royal head drooped so that his nose nearly touched the grass. Presently he stumbled and gave a low moan.
'Aslan! Dear Aslan!' said Lucy. 'What is wrong? Can't you tell us?'
'Are you ill, dear Aslan?' asked Susan.
'No,' said Aslan. 'I am sad and lonely. Lay your hands on my mane so that I can feel you are there and let us walk like that.'
And so the girls did what they would never have dared to do without his permission, but what they had longed to do ever since they first saw him - buried their cold hands in the beautiful sea of fur and stroked it and, so doing, walked with him."

"Laughing, though she didn't know why, Lucy scrambled over it to reach him. Aslan leaped again. A mad chase began. Round and round the hill-top he led them, now hopelessly out of their reach, now letting them almost catch his tail, now diving between them, now tossing them in the air with his huge and beautifully velveted paws and catching them again, and now stopping unexpectedly so that all three of them rolled over together in a happy heap of fur and arms and legs. It was such a romp as no one has ever had except in Narnia; and whether it was more like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten Lucy could never make up her mind. And the funny thing was that when all three finally lay together panting in the sun, the girls no longer felt in the least tired or hungry or thirsty.
'And now,' said Aslan presently, 'to business. I feel I am going to roar. You had better put your fingers in your ears.'"


Jonathan said...

Lewis rocks. How are you finding "Captivating?" I found "Wild At Heart" and "Waking the Dead" very helpful in a gut-wrenching, strapped to the rack sort of way. I have been meaning to read "Captivating" but haven't gotten around to it yet. Is it as insightful as "Wild At Heart?"

Rebekah said...

This is actually my second read of Captivating, a group of friends here are reading it together. I'm not in such a place of need with this one as I was when reading some of his other books (Sacred Romance, Waking the Dead) but it's a great reminder of what I've learned...