Poetic Prose: Douglas H. Gresham

Lenten Lands: My Childhood with Joy Davidman and C.S. Lewis

“For me, the house became slowly but inevitably a place of tension; the dusty, interesting attics changed from places for exploration and adventure to rooms of forbidding aspect, peopled by imaginary bogles and closed by invisible bright barriers of impenetrable nothing, with only the swarming and now malevolent specks of dust falling and floating through mocking floods of sunlight.”

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