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I thought I saw how stories of this kind could steal past a certain inhibition which had paralysed much of my own religion in childhood. Why did one f...more

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There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.

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Jill had, as you might say, quite fall in love with the Unicorn. She thought- and she wasn't far wrong- that he was the shiningest, delicatest, most g...more

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Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grow...more

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I might be asked, ‘Do you equally reject the approach which begins with the question “What do modern children need?” — in other words, with the moral ...more

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For I need not remind such an audience as this that the neat sorting out of books into age-groups, so dear to publishers, has only a very sketchy rela...more

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For the entrance is low: we must stoop till we are no taller than children to get in.

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But very quickly they all became grave again: for, as you know, there is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to wast...more

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The truth is, he was so glad at being free from his long enchantment that all dangers seemed a game in comparison. But the rest found it an eerie jour...more

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I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till no...more

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Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more deli...more

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The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seawee...more

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Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of s...more

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this is a book about something

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There was certainly plenty to watch and listen to. The tree which Digory had noticed was now a full-grown beech whose branches swayed gently above his...more