Walter Hooper

Collected Letters Volume Two: Books, Broadcasts and War, 1931–1949


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      But of course, I do not know what it is you propose to do. I have therefore mentioned all the more important ‘sources’ in my note-book without any attempt at selection. You will see at once that this is the bibliography of a man who was following a particular subject (the love-allegory), and this doubtless renders the list much less useful to you, who are hardly likely to be after the same quarry. In the second part, texts, I have been more selective, and have omitted a certain amount of low or lowish Latin love poetry which is useful only for my own special purpose.

      Of Periodicals you will find Romania, Speculum and Medium Aevum useful.

      Remember (this has been all important to me) that what you want to know about the Middle Ages will often not be in a book on the Middle Ages, but in the early chapters of some history of general philosophy or science. The accounts of your period in such books will, of course, usually be patronizing and ill-informed, but it will mention dates and authors whom you can follow up and thus put you in the way of writing a true account for yourself.

      If there is any way in which I can assist you, or if you would care to call and discuss anything with me, do not hesitate to let me know.

      Yours sincerely,

      C. S. Lewis

       TO SISTER MADELEVA (W):

      Magdalen College,

      Oxford.

      June 11th [1934]

      Dear Madam,

      Thanks for your letter. You make too much of a very trifling service. If I am ever in those parts (which is unlikely) I will certainly brave the ‘terrors of convents’ and accept your kind hospitality.

      Yours sincerely

      C. S. Lewis

       TO ARTHUR GREEVES (W):

      [The Kilns]

      Oct 1st. 1934

      My dear Arthur,

      We had a most interesting journey back. We drove from Heysham across the back of England to Lincoln. A great deal of this route was spoiled by big industrial towns, but the first stages were lovely: very big, pale hills with many cliffs of that silvery-white rock-it is limestone. It is very different when you get down into Lincolnshire, which is as flat as a pancake. Lincoln itself is quite the best cathedral city I have ever seen. The centre of the town, where the cathedral stands, is on the only hill for miles, and the cathedral consequently dominates the whole countryside. The surroundings of the cathedral are magnificent—a beautiful close, a castle, and a Roman wall. What would specially have appealed to you was that after dinner as we strolled round it, we had the accompaniment of a little summer lightning and very distant gentle thunder. Do you know the kind of thunder which has almost a tinkle in it, like a musical sound?

      Summer still drags on—far outstaying its welcome with me—and the pond shows no sign of rising to its normal level, though we have had a fairish amount of rain. Everyone is well—that is to say, we have all recovered from our holiday and are nearly as fit as if we had never been away. Of how few holidays can this be said!

      Give my love to your mother, and—write soon.

      Yours,

      Jack

      Magdalen College,

      Oxford.

      Oct 25th 1934

      Dear Mr. More