Tuesday, January 2


you will not find the warrior, the poet, the philosopher or the Christian by staring in his eyes as if he were your mistress: better fight beside him, read with him, argue with him, pray with him.
in a perfect friendship this appreciative love is, I think, often so great and so firmly based that each member of the circle feels, in his secret heart, humbled before all the rest. Sometimes he wonders what he is doing there among his betters. He is lucky beyond desert to be in such company. Especially when the whole group is together, each bringing out all that is best, wisest, or funniest in all the others. Those are the golden sessions; when four or five of us after a hard day's walking have come to our inn; when our slippers are on, our feet spread out towards the blaze and our drinks at our elbows; when the whole world, and something beyond the world, opens itself to our minds as we talk; and no one has any claim on or any responsibility for another, but all are freemen and equals as if we had first mete an hour ago, while at the same time an affection mellowed by the years enfolds us. Life-natural life-has no better gift to give. Who could have deserved it?
by C.S. Lewis


  1. An affection mellowed by the years enfolds us....I know what that's like. :)

    And, about my coat, I figured that since I never get a chance to wear my tux, New Years was the perfect time to pull it out of the closet.

  2. I underlined the same words last night.

  3. That C.S. Lewis has a ways with words....beautiful...

  4. I do tend to forget....a lot.

    AND I think we have talked about an Arrow Pointing to Heaven at least dozen times now. :) Maybe not, but it is such a GREAT book. In fact I think I might read it again here soon. It's one of those books you have to read over and over, think about, read over and over. At least I do..