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Автор: Walter Hooper
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target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="#ulink_c6a8dd8f-15e1-5210-b6a6-b88a404a1815">85 Sir Wilier Scott, Guy Mannering (1815).

       TO GUY POCOCK (W): 1

      Magdalen College,

      Oxford.

      Jan 17th 1933

      Dear Pocock

      I have written a new book and should like to know whether it is worth my while sending it to you. After our experiences over Dymer I can hardly suppose that you will be very eager! The new one, however, is in prose. It is called The Pilgrim’s Regress: an allegorical apology for Christianity, Reason, and Romanticism, and is a kind of Bunyan up to date. It is serious in intention but has a good many more comic passages than I originally intended, and also a fair controversial interest (the things chiefly ridiculed are Anglo Catholicism, Materialism, Sitwellism, Psychoanalysis, and T. S. Elliot.) If published, it would be under my own name.

      Perhaps you could let me know whether, if I sent it, I could rely on its having a fair and moderately early consideration.

      Yours sincerely

      C. S. Lewis

       TO ARTHUR GREEVES (W):

      The Kilns.

      Feb 4th 1933

      My dear Arthur,

      I am really penitent for having left you so long without a letter. The reasons are the usual ones—term and its demands, coupled this time with a good deal of laziness for I have been rather less busy than usual and have been in excellent health and form.

      I have had some fine solitary moments too when we have been working in different parts of the wood. You know how intensely silent it is in a thicket on a warm winter afternoon: and how if you are digging sooner or later a robin comes up and hops about for worms—both his eye and his breast looking unnaturally bright among the prevailing greys and greyish greens. I say warm days, for the warm weather has just arrived with a rush: but we had the frost alright. The pond was frozen and we had two days skating. You can imagine how lovely the smooth flow of ice looked as the sun came down onto it through the steep little wood.

      In the way of reading Lockhart kept me going through the whole vac. and I am still only at Vol. 8. What an excellent book it is, isn’t it?—and what a nice addition. I think Scott is the one of all my favourite authors whom I admire most as a man—though of course there is a side of him that you and I would not have got on with, the rather insolent Tory country-gentleman side with the coursing, hard riding and hard drinking. Also perhaps as a father he was a little heavy—how sententious (and how unlike all his other letters) the letters to young Walter are.