Today marks the 53rd anniversary of the death of C. S. Lewis, among others. I first learned of Lewis some months after his death, in a magazine notice, probably an appreciation or obituary, in the winter of 1964.
In The Great Divorce, Lewis pokes some gentle fun at himself in imagining his own encounter with George MacDonald, whom he regarded as a sort of saving mentor. Minding his example, I’ll try not to exaggerate his influence on me. I’ll say, I never read an uninteresting sentence from him, or a boring one.
So rest in peace, Jack, and rise in glory, and know that I and millions more are at this time of thanks, grateful for your life, work, and witness.
It’s late, but: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_UvXe-of-s