Ever since I really read my very first C.S. Lewis book as an adult, I have found it a bit tragic that I was born just a tiny bit too late and could never get the chance to meet the man before his death. It may seem a bit ridiculous, but I don't have a problem with never meeting authors that lived centuries ago yet do feel almost cheated that I missed "Jack" by just a handful of decades. Woe is me, but if not meeting Mr. Lewis is what distresses me the most, I suppose I have a lot more to be thankful for than to complain about!
It also happens that The Screwtape Letters was my first real exposure to Jack's writings. My mother did read the Chronicles of Narnia to my brothers and me when we were young, but I don't consider those experiences to be my genuine first exposure to his works.
I am excited to be able to contemplate the profound yet so plainly stated truths embedded in the pages of this short masterpiece. I consider it a privilege to do so with that work, as well as many others, in the soon-to-be-written posts on this page. I will endeavor to make them interesting for the millions of people I like to pretend will be interested in my musings, which musings I will keep convincing myself are a tiny bit profound.
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