Happy Birthday C.S. Lewis

The Eagle and Child

The Eagle and Child

“We were talking of DRAGONS, Tolkien and I In a Berkshire bar. The big workman Who had sat silent and sucked his pipe All the evening, from his empty mug With gleaming eye glanced towards us: “I seen ’em myself!” he said fiercely.”

C.S. Lewis

Today, I am celebrating C.S. Lewis’s birthday by drinking tea and reading a book.

Clive Stapes Lewis was known for many things, from poet to lecturer, literary critic to novelist, but I always remember him as the person who defined friendship.  He was the one who wrote, “Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”

The Bird and Baby

The Bird and Baby

The rapport the existed between C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien illustrates the power of friendship.  They inspired each other and in so doing they inspired millions of grateful readers.

“he was for long my only audience… Only from him did I ever get the idea that my ‘stuff’ could be more than a private hobby. But for his interest and unceasing eagerness for more I should never have brought The L. of the R. to a conclusion.”

J.R.R. Tolkien

It must be Tuesday!

It must be Tuesday!

The Inklings

The Inklings

Happy Birthday, C.S. Lewis!

A Soldier’s Voice

Vimy Ridge

Anthem for Doomed Youth

By Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?

Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle

Can patter out their hasty orisons.

No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,

Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—

The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;

And bugles calling for them from sad shires.


What candles may be held to speed them all?

Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes

Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.

The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;

Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,

And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.


Wilfred Owen is considered to be one of the greatest of all the First World War soldier-poets. His poetry does not romanticize conflict; rather, he spoke the truth.  War is not glorious.  He wrote about the hardships endured by the soldiers – trudging in cold, wet weather carrying enormous weights on their shoulder, struggling through trenches filled with water.

Wilfred Owen was killed in a machine gun fire one week before the Armistice, November 1918. His legacy has come down in the form of poetry, mostly written over a course of one year from August 1917 to September 1918.

J.R.R. Tolkien, who also served in WWI and suffered the loss of his closest friends, wrote,

“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”


A Toast to the Professor

The Pathway

Every year on January 3rd, Tolkien fans from around the world are invited to raise a glass and toast the birthday of this beloved author at 21:00 (9 pm) local time.

The toast is “The Professor.”

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back and home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring