That Tirian quote always makes my breath catch in my throat, narnia fan 7
! And I love Jewel's joy in that second quote; that's another excellent example of Sehnsucht
in the series. I also love the line where he says that the reason they had loved Narnia so was because it sometimes reminded them a little of Aslan's Country. I really hope that quote makes it into The Last Battle
film word for word.
Those quotes are beloved by me as well, aileth
They are some of the few moments in the series that make me cry... there is a rawness of emotion that I think must come from the death of Lewis's own mother in his childhood. I lost a parent at a young age and I have found so much comfort in the Lion's tears. (Digory and Aslan here remind me a little of anguished Mary and weeping Jesus outside Lazarus's tomb: an even deeper well of comfort.)
I made a note of these lovely quotes when reading some of Prince Caspian
C.S. Lewis, when Lucy tries to wake the dryads, wrote:"This is lovely," said Lucy to herself. It was cool and fresh; delicious smells were floating everywhere. Somewhere close by she heard the twitter of a nightingale beginning to sing, then stopping, then beginning again. It was a little lighter ahead. She went toward the light and came to a place where there were fewer trees, and whole patches or pools of moonlight, but the moonlight and the shadows were so mixed that you could hardly be sure where anything was or what it was. At the same moment the nightingale, satisfied at last with his tuning up, burst into full song.
When I read this, I really feel
what Lucy is feeling in this scene... so quiet and wondering and dream-like. Sometimes it feels as though Lewis has the power to draw me right into Narnia with his writing!
C.S. Lewis, describing the gorge of the River Rush, wrote:For an afternoon's ramble ending in a picnic tea it would have been delightful. It had everything you could want on an occasion of that sort—rumbling waterfalls, silver cascades, deep, amber-coloured pools, mossy rocks, and deep moss on the banks in which you could sink over your ankles, every kind of fern, jewel-like dragonflies, sometimes a hawk overhead and once (Peter and Trumpkin both thought) an eagle.
It's a holiday in the US today and that paragraph made me want to make a beeline for the babbling creek at my local park! Such a beautiful description.