This is a book about something
My mother used to read to me every night when I was little. We got through most of the major fantasy books of that time. The Narnia books by C.S. Lewis were my favorites and, later, Tolkien's The Lord...
But how can the characters in a play guess the plot? We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage. To play well the scenes in which we are "on"...
Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.
Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind.
Feelings come and go, and when they come a good use can be made of them, but they cannot be our regular spiritual diet.
Thought is what we start from: the simple, intimate, immediate datum. Matter is the inferred thing, the mystery.