THE PILGRIM'S REGRESS (Philosophical & Psychological Novel). C. S. Lewis
Читать онлайн.| Название | THE PILGRIM'S REGRESS (Philosophical & Psychological Novel) |
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| Автор произведения | C. S. Lewis |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9788075830494 |
Chapter Three: The Main Road Again
Chapter Six: The House of Wisdom
Chapter Seven: Across the Canyon by Moonlight
Chapter Eight: This Side by Sunlight
Chapter Eleven: Mum’s the Word
Chapter One: Two Kinds of Monist
Chapter Three: John Forgets Himself
Chapter Four: John Finds his Voice
Chapter Eight: History’s Words
Chapter Ten: Archtype and Ectype
Chapter One: Across the Canyon by the Inner Light
Chapter Two: This Side by Lightning
Chapter Three: This Side by the Darkness
Chapter Four: Securus Te Projice
Chapter Five: Across the Canyon
Chapter Six: Nella sua Voluntade
Chapter One: The Same yet Different
Chapter Two: The Synthetic Man
Chapter Eight: The Northern Dragon
Chapter Nine: The Southern Dragon
Book One
The Data
This every soul seeketh and for the sake of this doth all her actions, having an inkling that it is; but what it is she cannot sufficiently discern, and she knoweth not her way, and concerning this she hath no constant assurance as she hath of other things.
—PLATO
Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.
—BOETHIUS
Somewhat it seeketh, and what that is directly it knoweth not, yet very intentive desire thereof doth so incite it, that all other known delights and pleasures are laid aside, they give place to the search of this but only suspected desire.
—HOOKER
Chapter One
The Rules
Knowledge of broken law precedes all other religious experience
I dreamed of a boy who was born in the land of Puritania and his name was John. And I dreamed that when John was able to walk he ran out of his parents’ garden on a fine morning on to the road. And on the other side of the road there was a deep wood, but not thick, full of primroses and soft green moss. When John set eyes on this he thought he had never seen anything so beautiful: and he ran across the road and into the wood, and was just about to go down on his hands and knees and to pull up the primroses by handfuls, when his mother came running out of the garden gate, and she also ran across the road, and caught John up, and smacked him soundly and told him he must never go into the wood again. And John cried, but he asked no questions, for he was not yet at the age for asking questions. Then a year went past. And then, another fine morning, John had a little sling and he went out into the garden and he saw a bird sitting on a branch. And John got his sling ready and was going to have a shot at the bird, when the cook came running out of the garden and caught John up and smacked him soundly and told him he must never kill any of the birds in the garden.