3. rhythm

Posted in new, prose, rhythm by martalorenza on September 1, 2009


«[God] gives them the seasons, each season different yet every year the same, so that spring is always felt as a novelty yet always as the recurrence of an immemorial theme.

If we neglect our duty, men will be not only contented but transported by the mixed novelty and familiarity of snowdrops this January,

sunrise this morning,

plum pudding this Christmas.

Children will be perfectly happy with a seasonal round of games in which conkers succeed hopscotch as regularly as autumn follows summer.»


C.S. Lewis,  The screwtape letters, xxv

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2. rhythm

Posted in prose, rhythm by martalorenza on September 1, 2009


«My dear Wormwood,

The humans live in time, and experience reality successively. To experience much of it, therefore, they must experience many different things; in other words, they must experience change. And since they need change, the Enemy has made change pleasurable to them, just as He has made eating Pleasurable. He has balanced the love of change in them by a love of permanence. He has contrived to gratify both tastes together on the very world He has made, by that union of change and permanence which we call Rhythm 

C.S. Lewis, The screwtape letters, xxv

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Posted in prose by martalorenza on August 18, 2009

«Early in 1926 the hardest boiled of all the atheists I ever knew sat in my room on the other side of the fire and remarked that the evidence for the historicity of the Gospels was really surprisingly good. “Rum thing,” he went on. “All that stuff of Frazer’s about the Dying God. Rum thing. It almost looks as if it had really happened once».

C.S.Lewis, Surprised by Joy, p.260

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