"My fear was now of another kind. I felt sure that the creature was what we call 'good,' but I wasn't sure whether I liked 'goodness' so much as I had supposed. This is a very terrible experience. As long as what you are afraid of us something evil, you may still hope that the good may come to your rescue. But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it is also dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable?
"Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played...
"Here at last was a bit of that world beyond the world, which I had always supposed that I loved and desired, breaking through and appearing to my senses: and I didn't like it, I wanted it to go away. I wanted every possible distance, gulf, curtain, blanket, and barrier to be placed between it and me. But I did not fall quite into the gulf. Oddly enough, my very sense of helplessness saved me and steadied me. For now I was quite obviously drawn in.
"The struggle was over. The next decision did not lie with me."
~C.S. Lewis, Perelandra
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I loved, loved, loved that book. And what was odd was that I didn't expect to even like it. :)
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