Wednesday, May 9, 2012

"On Stories" By C.S. Lewis

P. 12
Notice here the corollary. If some fatal progress of applied science ever enables us in fact to reach the Moon, that real journey will not at all satisfy the impulse which we now seek to gratify by writing such stories. The real Moon, if you could reach it and survive, would in a deep and deadly sense be just like anywhere else. You would find cold, hunger, hardship and danger; and after the first few hours they would be simply cold, hunger hardship and danger as you might have met on earth. And death would be simply death among those bleached craters as it is simply death in a nursing home at Sheffield. No man would find an abiding strangeness on the Moon unless he were the sort of man who could find it in his own back garden. “He who would bring home the wealth of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him.

P. 16
Something which the educated receive from poetry can reach the masses through stories of adventure.

P.16
An literary reader can be defined as one who reads books once only. There is hope for a man who has never read Malory or Boswell or Tristram Shandy or Shakespeare's Sonnet: but what can you do with a man who says he “has read” them, meaning that he has read them once, and he thinks this settles the matter....If you find that the reader of popular romances—however uneducated the read, however bad the romances—goes back to his old favorites again and again, then you have pretty good evidence that they are to him a sort of poetry.

P. 17
We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiousity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid alseep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties. Till then it is like wasting great wine on ravenous natural thurst which merely want cold wetness.

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