5/28/2023 0 Comments Cs lewis cupid and psyche![]() When she picked up a toad – she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes – the toad became beautiful…I wanted to be a wife so that I could have been her real mother. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. ![]() Indeed, when you looked at her you believed, for a moment, that they had not missed it. As the Fox delighted to say, she was “according to nature” what every woman, or even every thing, ought to have been and meant to be, but had missed by some trip of chance. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. ![]() While she was with you, you were not astonished. It was beauty that did not astonish you till afterwards when you had gone out of sight of her and reflected on it. Of Psyche’s beauty – at every age the beauty proper to that age – there is only this to be said, that there were no two opinions about it, from man or woman, once she had been seen. I am reading this as part of the ‘Read-a-Myth’ challenge hosted by Jo from ‘Bibliojunkie’ and Bina from ‘If You Can Read This’. ![]() It is a retelling of the love story of Psyche and Cupid. A beautiful passage from the book I am reading now – ‘Till We Have Faces’ by C.S.Lewis. ![]()
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