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“[A] história de Cristo é simplesmente um verdadeiro mito:um mito trabalhando sobre nós do mesmo modo que os outros, mas com a tremenda diferença de que ele realmente aconteceu. - Sobre histórias”

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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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