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“The purpose of all opprobrious language is, not to describe, but to hurt - even when, like Hamlet, we make only the shadow-passes of a soliloquised combat. We call the enemy not what we think he is but what we think he would least like to be called.”

Quote by C. S. Lewis

Work

Studies in Words

This book delves into the intricacies of language, examining various aspects such as semantics, syntax, and etymology through a series of scholarly essays. more

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C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis

C. S. Lewis was a British novelist, academic, and Christian theologian. He is renowned for his fictional works, particularly The Chronicles of Narnia, a series of fantasy novels that have become a beloved classic of children's literature. Lewis also penned adult fiction, including the science fiction trilogy Out of the Silent Planet and the space trilogy. His non-fiction works, such as Mere Christianity and The Problem of Pain, have had a significant impact on Christian thought and spirituality. more

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