Skip to main content


Showing posts from 2017

Commentary on C. S. Lewis, Till we have Faces: A Myth Retold: Pt. 6 - A Necessary Post Scriptum

Loving the god of the Mountain as the best thing for Psyche
A very good question on one of the previous parts of my commentary on Till We Have Faces obliged a fairly involved answer. I thought that the reflections that this question stimulated were important enough for a proper reading of this book that it was necessary for me to add another part to my commentary on this great book. Thus, here is part 6: A Necessary Post Scriptum. For Part 1, click here. For Part 2, click here. For Part 3, click here. For Part 4, click here. For Part 5, click here.
There is one last observation that we must make before we complete our analysis of this great book. C. S. Lewis writes Till We Have Faces in such a way that we, the reader, not only sympathize with Orual, but we almost see ourselves in her place, and agree with her frustration and anger. Orual has been slighted, and we feel her pain and anger! We suggested, however, that her feeling of injustice was itself due to a selfish and all-consuming…

Commentary on C. S. Lewis, Till we have Faces: A Myth Retold: Pt. 5

The Argument from Joy/Desire
            This is part 5, and the last part, of a blog series on C. S. Lewis's, Till We Have Faces. For Part 1, click here. For Part 2, click here. For Part 3, click here. For Part 4, click here.

          Psyche has been promised to the priest of Ungit as a sacrifice, and Orual is no longer allowed to see her. Bardia, however, allows her one last opportunity to speak with Psyche. At the end of the conversation, Psyche explains to Orual that, “I have always—at least, ever since I can remember—had a kind of longing for death.”[1] This notion of longing appears in almost everything that C. S. Lewis writes, even in the poems that he wrote as a young atheist.[2] This longing is not due to being unhappy, and desiring happiness, states Psyche, but, rather, was almost like a side-effect of being in a state of great euphoria, which state was brought on by being surrounded by nature. “And because it was so beautiful,” says Psyche, “it set me longing, always l…