The Biography of C.S Lewis
In this article
I will give all of you as many as information of C.S. Lewis. C.S. Lewis was a prolific Irish writer
and scholar best known for his Chronicles of Narnia fantasy series as well as
his pro-Christian texts. He was very famous writer at that time. Even until
know many people still respecting him.
He was born on november 29,
1898. In Belfast Ireland. C.S Lewis went on to teach at Oxford university and
became a great writer, using logic and
philosophy to support his Christian faith. He is also known troughout the world
as the author of the Chronicle of Narnia fantasy series, which have been
adapted into various films for the big and small screens.
Lewis's mother died when he was 10, and he went on to
receive his pre-college education at boarding schools and from a tutor. During
world war I, he served with the English army and was sent home after being pain
by shrapnel. He then chose to live as a surrogate son with Janie Moore, the
mother of a friend of Lewis's who was killed in the war
http://www.biography.com/people/cs-lewis-9380969#awesm=~oGLPlmv6yI0ICH
Actually C.S lewis got a scholarship when he went in Oxford
university but he stopped to study when he joined the world war I. However when
he did a war he got an accident. In addition he retired and continued to study
at Oxford.
He got a fortune
in there. The commite chose him as the leader of the english department study
program. In addition he passed his collage and moved to the kilns and stayed
there forever. He met J.R.R talkin and
be a bestfriend
To be J.R.R
bestfriend made Lewis repent and foreswear. He being a good christianic people.
He actived to go to the church and fasting. It influence his literary. His
literary is about god and many people in the world admited him
Know we come back
to the most great book of Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia. I had a summary to make
you know about the story.
The Chronicles of Narnia
When the Pevensie children, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy are sent out
of London during World War II, they have no idea of the magical journey they
are beginning. In the darkness of the old country house where they are sent,
the children stumble through an old wardrobe to the land of Narnia, where
animals talk and magic exists. This is the first story of Narnia written by
C.S. Lewis and it tells the story of how these four children with the help of
Aslan, the Great Lion, help defeat the White Witch who holds Narnia. The first
of the children to make their way into Narnia is Lucy, the youngest. There she
meets Mr. Tumnus the faun who confesses to her that he is an agent of the White
Witch and he is supposed to capture any humans he meets. He explains that the
Witch has held Narnia under an enchantment which makes it always winter and
never Christmas. The only way the Witch can be defeated is to have four humans
sit on the throne at the castle of Cair Paravel. When Lucy returns home, her
brothers and sister think she is either lying or crazy, but soon Edmund follows
Lucy into the world and meets the White Witch who plies him with Turkish
Delight extracting a promise from him that he will bring his siblings to her.
Finally, all of the children go through the wardrobe into Narnia. There they go
on a journey to rescue Tumnus who has been arrested, find Aslan the Great Lion
and defeat the White Witch forever. While a wonderful adventure, the story is
also allegorical in nature telling symbolically the story of Christ's sacrifice
on the cross. Aslan the Great Lion is a Christ figure who sacrifices his life
to save Edmund's. During the journey to find Aslan, Edmund betrays his siblings
and goes to join the White Witch becoming her prisoner. After his rescue, the
witch approaches Aslan claiming the right to Edmund's life because of his traitorous
act. Aslan later goes willingly to the Witch in Edmund's place, letting her
kill him. As the girls, Lucy and Susan secretly watch he is shorn of his mane,
tied up and killed. As they dispair, he suddenly appears to them alive again
and leads them to the aid of Peter's army defeating the Witch forever.
The children spend years in Narnia where they grow up to be Kings and
Queens having many adventures until one day they are hunting in the woods and
find their way back to their own world through the Wardrobe. There they are
children again and find that no time at all has passed
The other book from cs
lewis is the abolation of man. I will write about the summary of this book
There is a widespread modern assumption that value
judgments do not reflect any objective reality. For example, the authors of a
textbook on English “for the upper forms of schools” tell their pupils that language
as we use it involves continual “confusion” because, as they say, we often
“appear to be saying something very important about something: and actually we
are only saying something about our own feelings.” On this view, someone
calling a waterfall “sublime” or calling his horse a “willing servant” is
saying nothing about the waterfall or the horse, but “only” about his own
emotions. One objection to this is that the authors fail to do what they might
be expected to do – to discuss differences between good ways and bad ways to
express emotions. What is worse is that they invariably approach feelings as
being “only feelings”, thus breeding in their pupils a general
contempt or suspicion toward sentiment. This may not be their intention: they
“may be perfectly ready to admit that a good education should build some
sentiments while destroying others.” However, “it is the ‘debunking’ side of
their work, and this side alone, which will really tell.” Any success on the
positive side is precluded by the modern “educational predicament”.
This
predicament results from the modern assumption about value judgments. This
assumption is now, indeed, widespread but it is really new and unique in human
history. Until quite recently, humans believed that their emotional responses
to outside realities could be either true or false (“congruous” or
“incongruous”) to those realities. “True” emotions were reflections of
objective value. Emotions did not supplant reason but they could conform to it
and needed to be trained to do so. Educating children included training them to
have the right emotional responses and get rid of wrong ones – so that they
would not, as adults, have to rely only on Reason in their pursuit of goodness,
beauty and truth; for Reason by itself moves nothing.
The
new outlook, in contrast, fails to recognize that human sentiment could ever be
congruent or incongruent to outside realities; sentiment cannot be reasonable
or even unreasonable. Emotions appear to be mere mists between us and the world
of objective facts, which is “a world without one trace of value”.
Modern
educators are thus faced with a choice between two evils. They must either try
to remove all sentiments from the pupil’s mind, or else “encourage some
sentiments for reasons that have nothing to do with their intrinsic
‘justness’.” The latter procedure would be cynical propaganda, which perhaps
many will abhor. Abhorrence is a sentiment and therefore, on the current view,
invalid. Nevertheless it often prevails. What then remains is the other evil:
wholesale debunking of all sentiment. This, however, is not less disastrous
because it amounts to a kind of “atrophy of the chest”, or amputation of the
“heart”. “Without the aid of trained emotions the intellect is powerless
against the animal organism.” Even supposing that “the harder virtues could
really be theoretically justified with no appeal to objective value (...) it
still remains true that no justification of virtue will enable a man to be
virtuous.”
http://lewisiana.nl/abolsum/index.htm
After being a christianic people, Lewis met with Joy
Davidman Gresham. He introduce himself, went out together, did some date and
being a couple. After that they decided to got married. Joy was an american
writer. They loved each other until one accident made Joy left the world. She
left the world caused by cancer.
Joy bleft Lewis with his son.
Lewis was very sad because Joy’s dead. He also remeber when his mom died caused
by cancer. He made a literary to paint his sadness . the title is a brief
observed
Chapter One
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not
afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the
stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or
concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I
find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it
in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the
moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not
to me.
There are moments, most unexpectedly, when something inside
me tries to assure me that I don't really mind so much, not so very much, after
all. Love is not the whole of a man's life. I was happy before I ever met H.
I've plenty of what are called 'resources.' People get over these things. Come,
I shan't do so badly. One is ashamed to listen to this voice but it seems for a
little to be making out a good case. Then comes a sudden jab of red-hot memory
— and all this 'commonsense' vanishes like an ant in the mouth of a furnace.
On the rebound one passes into tears and pathos. Maudlin
tears. I almost prefer the moments of agony. These are at least clean and honest.
But the bath of self-pity, the wallow, the loathsome sticky-sweet pleasure of
indulging it — that disgusts me. And even while I'm doing it I know it leads me
to misrepresent H. herself. Give that mood its head and in a few minutes I
shall have substituted for the real woman a mere doll to be blubbered over.
Thank God the memory of her is still too strong (will it always be too
strong?)to let me get away with it.
For H. wasn't like that at all. Her mind was lithe and quick
and muscular as a leopard. Passion, tenderness, and pain were all equally
unable to disarm it. It scented the first whiff of cant or slush; then sprang,
and knocked you over before you knew what was happening. How many bubbles of
mine she pricked! I soon learned not to talk rot to her unless I did it for the
sheer pleasure — and there's another red-hot jab — of being exposed and laughed
at. I was never less silly than as H.'s lover.
And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except
at my job — where the machine seems to run on much as usual — I loathe the
slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much. Even
shaving. What does it matter now whether my cheek is rough or smooth? They say
an unhappy man wants distractions — something to take him out of himself. Only
as a dog-tired man wants an extra blanket on a cold night; he'd rather lie
there shivering than get up and find one. It's easy to see why the lonely
become untidy, finally, dirty and disgusting. .......
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/grief-observed-c-s-lewis/1100616072?ean=9780060652388
Finally Lewis was died at the same day with John f Kennedy
and burried in the church yard. So thats all about C.S lewis story actually his
biography
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