
In the last weeks I've been reading and rereading the introduction to Lewis'
the Weight of Glory & other Addresses. Walter Hooper, a literary advisor to Lewis' estate, shares his friendship with Lewis, particularly the summer he spent with Lewis before his death in November of 1963. Even in 11 short pages, Hooper paints such a captivating picture of Lewis that I find myself lingering and dwelling in these stories and descriptions of a vibrant life...
There was one incident that took place in Acland which the readers of the Narnia stories might find as endearing as I did. It took place on one of those days when Lewis's mind was disordered and when, as I noticed, he could not recognize any of those who dropped in to see him - not even Professor Tolkien. The last visitor of the day was his foster-sister, Maureen Moore Blake, who a few months previously, and by a very unexpected turn of events, have become Lady Dunbar of Hempriggs, with a castle and a vast estate in Scotland. She was the first woman in three centuries to succeed to baronetcy. They had not met since this happened and, hoping to space her any disappointment, I told her that he had not been able to recognize any of his old friends. "Jack," she whispered, "it is Maureen." "No," replied Lewis smiling, "it is Lady Dunbar of Hempriggs." "Oh, Jack, how could you remember that?" she asked. "On the contrary," he said, "How could I forget a fairy tale?"
... the high spirits and uproarious sense of fun that I found one of the most attractive things about Lewis. But it would take someone of Boswell's talents to give the right idea to the completeness of this remarkable man, to how naturally the humor blended into the more serious side, and indeed was one of the causes of his greatness of heart, his large intellect, and the most open charity I have ever found in anyone. He was a man, many of have come to see, of common instincts combined with very uncommon abilities. Perphaps it is worth recording that I knew - I just knew - that not matter how long I lived, no matter who else I met, I should never be in the company of such a supremely good human being again.
I have begun to read Lewis'
Surprised by Joy and hope to pick up
Jack soon. This, for me, is the fleshing out of Hebrews 12:1... Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us...