popular that a command performance was given at Windsor Castle before King George V and Queen Mary on 2 May 1933.
44 4 August.
45 7 August.
46 The stained-glass window designed for St Mark’s, Dundela, which Jack and Warnie had erected in memory of their parents. See note 60 to the letter to Warnie of 22 November 1931.
47 i.e. Charles Gordon Ewart (1885–1936) who married Lily Greeves, sister of Arthur Greeves. He was the second son of Lewis’s mother’s cousins. Sir William Quartus Ewart (1844–1919) and Lady Ewart (1849–1929) who lived near Little Lea in a house named Glenmachan. They are referred to in SBJ, ch. 3 and elsewhere as ‘Cousin Quartus’ and ‘Lady E’. They had four other children: Robert Heard ‘Bob’ Ewart (1879–1939); Hope Ewart (1882–1934); Kelso ‘Kelsie’ Ewart (1886–1966); and Gundreda ‘Gunny’ Ewart (1888–1978). See The Ewart Family in the Biographical Appendix to CL I.
48 Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte D’Arthur, book V, ‘Arthur’s War with Lucius’.
49 George MacDonald, Lilith: A Romance (1895).
50 MacDonald, Lilith: A Romance, with introductory key, a paraphrase of an earlier manuscript version, and explanation of notes by Greville MacDonald (1924).
51 King Kong (1933), in which a film producer goes on safari and brings back a giant ape which causes terror to New York.
52 Paul-Alexandre Janet, Histoire de la Science Politique dans ses Rapports avec la Morale (1872).
53 James Stephens, The Crock of Gold (1912).
54 John 1:5.
55 In J. M. Barrie’s play, Mary Rose (1920), Mary Rose while visiting the Hebrides is spirited away by Elvish voices calling her name, although angel voices try to counteract them.
56 MacDonald, Lilith, ch. 39.
57 Voltaire, Candide (1759).
58 Charles Gore, Jesus of Nazareth, Home University Library (1929).
59 Jane (‘Janie’ or ‘Tchainie’) McNeill (1889–1959), the daughter of James and Margaret McNeill, would have liked to go to university, but remained at home to look after her widowed mother. See the biography of Jane McNeill in CG.
60 Lewis had been working on The Allegory of Love since 1928. See the letter to Albert Lewis of 10 July 1928 (CL I, pp. 766–7).
61 Walter de la Mare, The Fleeting, and Other Poems (1933).
62 John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga (1922).
63 i.e. Collier, Tom’s A-Cold.
64 Of the nine symphonies of Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827), the ‘Eroica’, composed to celebrate the memory of Napoleon, is No. 3.
65 The Pilgrim’s Regress, book VI, ch. 6.
66 Hermann Poppelbaum, Man and Animal: Their Essential Difference, trans. Edith Rigby and Owen Barfield (1931).
67 ‘will-o’-the-wisp’, lit. ‘the foolish fire’.
68 Richard Howard Stafford Crossman (1907–74), who took a double First in Classics at New College, Oxford, was Fellow and Tutor of Philosophy at New College, 1930–7. He became the assistant editor of the New Statesman and Nation in 1938 but in 1940 was drafted into the Ministry of Economic Warfare to organize the British propaganda effort against Hitler’s Germany. He was elected MP for Coventry East in 1945, holding the seat until 1974, and was appointed Minister for Housing and Local Government by Harold Wilson in 1964. His three-volume Diaries of a Cabinet Minister (1975–7), the first of which was published shortly after his death, were followed by The Backbench Diaries of Richard Crossman (1981).
69 His position as godfather to the Harwoods’ son, Laurence. See Laurence Hardy Harwood in the Biographical Appendix.
70 The ‘guideman’, ‘gudeman’ or ‘goodman’ means husband or head of the house.
71 William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (1606–7), V, ii, 87–8.
Maureen Moore had acquired a car and in April 1934 she took Lewis and her mother on a motor tour of parts of England and Ireland, stopping to visit Arthur Greeves in Belfast.
TO HIS BROTHER (W):
[2 Princess Villas,
Bayview Park,
Kilkeel, Co. Down]
April 3rd 1934
My dear W.,
This is turning out a great success. Even the journey was pleasant as far as Chester. There Maureen discovered that she still had far too much petrol, and time, so we used up both by going round through Warrington and Runcorn—the most hideous Morlockheim1 you can imagine. Lime Street Hotel, where we had hoped to lounge for a few hours, is now shut up, all except the Grill: another landmark gone.
On the way to Bernagh next morning I noticed a new big house half way up the hill, in the field by the Glenmachan quarry. I had an excellent morning with Arthur, who at last has something wrong with him: an internal narrowing, poor man, almost amounting to a stoppage. His mother does not know about it, I think: and, paradoxically, tho’ not unprecedently,