The unhistorical are usually, without knowing it, enslaved to a fairly recent past.
People who know a lot of the same things can hardly help talking about them.
We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us.
Yes, I know,' interrupted Puddleglum. 'And few return to the sunlit lands. You needn't say it again. You are a chap of one idea, aren't you?
But probably every age gets, within certain limits, the science it deserves.
The terrible thing, the almost impossible thing, is the hand over your whole self--all your wishes and precautions--to Christ.