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Reading Humphrey Carpenter's The Inklings, which is largely about C. S. Lewis so far and splendid, of course. He has a wonderful gift for making quiet daily life fascinating, quite useful as all the Inklings did live quietly - at least to outward appearances.
He quotes this snippet of poetry Lewis once wrote to demonstrate alliterative meter.
"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 toward us;
"I seen 'em myself," he said fiercely."
Apparently the poem has no basis in fact, which I think we can all agree is a tragedy. Doesn't it seem the perfect beginning to Lewis & Tolkien (accompanied perhaps by a few other Inklings; or perhaps not) to start out on a fantastical adventure of their own?
He quotes this snippet of poetry Lewis once wrote to demonstrate alliterative meter.
"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 toward us;
"I seen 'em myself," he said fiercely."
Apparently the poem has no basis in fact, which I think we can all agree is a tragedy. Doesn't it seem the perfect beginning to Lewis & Tolkien (accompanied perhaps by a few other Inklings; or perhaps not) to start out on a fantastical adventure of their own?
