The Parables of C. S. Lewis
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“This sweet air whispers of the country from whence it blows.
It is a message.
We know we are being touched by a finger
of that right hand
at which there are pleasures for evermore."
"If I could be what I aim at being,
no pleasure would be too ordinary or too usual for such reception;
from the first taste of the air when I look out of the window...
down to one's soft slippers at bedtime."
Letters to Malcolm pp 88-90