I’ve started rereading Lewis’ corpus. After giving away so many tattered yellow-covered copies to my friends, I started searching for solid hardback copies I can mark up for posterity.

The Screwtape Letters has long been one of my favourites. Every time I read it I’m struck by the poinancy of his observations on human nature. Here’s one of them:

Prosperity knits a man to the World. He feels that he is ‘finding his place in it’, while really it is finding its place in him.