Till They Have Faces: Lewis’s Psyche Meets the Modern Helen of Troy and Circe
I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the […]
I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the […]
Of all the stories I have read, including even all the novels of this same novelist, [The Princess and the Goblin] remains the most real, the most realistic . . […]
“Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point . . . A chastity or honesty, or mercy, which yields to […]
“Of course, there are universal rules to which all goodness must conform. But that’s only the grammar of virtue. It’s not there that the sap is. He doesn’t make two […]
“My spirits rose as I went deeper into the forest … I found cheerfulness to be like life itself – not to be created by any argument”[1] – George MacDonald, […]
In a genuine fairy-story, everything must be miraculous, mysterious, and interrelated; everything must be alive, each in its way. The whole of Nature must be wondrously blended with the whole […]
Lilith, MacDonald’s final novel written forty years after Phantastes, continues its themes of nature throbbing with vitality, shrouded in beauty, and birthing joy. One key insight from Phantastes, that love […]
“Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself in a dark wood, for the straight way was lost”[1] – Dante, Inferno “Already were all my will and […]
“Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures, especially through my lord Brother Sun … Sister Moon … Brother Wind … sister Water … Brother Fire … Sister Mother Earth […]
“What we call Man’s power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.”[1] C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of […]