I found this book in a used book store
and picked it up only because C.S. Lewis wrote it and I've never read
anything by him that I didn't love. I was NOT disappointed with this
one. It's an auto-biography and I've only read fiction by him. It was
amazing to learn more about the man that wrote so many of my favorite
stories. I think I would have loved to know him personally. I can't
wait to read more of his auto-biographical essays.
As usual, here are a few of my favorite
quotes.
In the second chapter “Concentration
Camp” he writes about his first school. That should be enough to
like the guy right there!
“But “Uncle Gussie”-my mother's
brother, A.W.Hamilton- talked to me as if we were of age. That is, he
talked about Things. He told me all the science I could take in,
clearly, eagerly, without silly jokes and condescension, obviously
liking it as much as I did.”
This is the way all people should talk
to children. Share what you love, what you find joy in, honestly and
eagerly and most children respond well. Try to teach them or tell
them what you think they should know and they shut you out. There is
a lot in the third chapter like this, about taking children
seriously, listening to them, and leaving them alone to pursue their
own interests.
In chapter four, explaining some
reasons he had cause to fall away from the Christian faith, “The
accepted position seemed to be that religions were normally a mere
farrago of nonsense, though our own, by fortunate exception, was
exactly true....the impression I got was that religion in general,
though utterly false, was a natural growth, a kind of endemic
nonsense into which humanity tended to blunder.”
This was insight I never thought of,
but totally agree. C.S. Lewis has a way of writing about the
Christian faith that makes you feel like he has a special connection
with God. I love it.
More about school, “I did not notice
the real harm it was doing to me. It was gradually teaching me to be
a prig; that is, an intellectual prig or (in the bad sense) a
Highbrow....At the tail end of this I must repeat (for this is the
over-all impression left by Wyvern) that I was tired. Consciousness
itself was becoming the supreme evil; sleep, the prime good. To lie
down, to be out of the sound of voices, to pretend and grimace and
evade and slink no more, that was the object of all desire-if only
there were not another morning ahead-if only sleep could last for
ever!”
He tales of school as an introvert are
very close to my own feelings about it. I can't even begin to go into
it. But he isn't complaining or whining about it, and he even goes so
far as to touch on the positives of school as well.
Here's a good one. “Where oppression
does not completely and permanently break the spirit, has it not a
natural tendency to produce retaliatory pride and contempt?” This
is in chapter seven. He's still talking about school and it's damage.
I'm reading and nodding and underlining, and writing “yes!” in
the margins. Things like this, “I have even heard them defend
compulsory games on the ground that all boys “except a few rotters”
like the games; they have to be compulsory because no compulsion is
needed.” Crazy huh? These are the arguments we hear about why some
things are needed in our public schools today. Blah!
I'll be hear all morning quoting at
this rate. Go read the book. It's amazing. The last chapters
summarize how he came to Christianity and it is mind blowing. Like I
said, I can't wait to read more!