Wednesday, September 07, 2005

The Driver

It was a wonderful vehicle, blazing with golden light, heraldically coloured. The Driver himself seemed full of light and he used only one hand to drive with. The other he waved before his face as if to fan away the greasy steam of the rain. A growl went up from the queue as he came in sight. 'Looks as if he had a good time of it, eh?...Bloody pleased with himself, I bet...My dear, why can't he behave naturally?--Thinks himself too good to look at us...Who does he imagine he is?...All that gilding and purple, I call it a wicked waste. Why don't they spend some of the money on their house property down here?--God! I'd like to give him one in the ear-'ole.' I could see nothing in the countenance of the Driver to justify all this, unless it were that he had a look of authority and seemed intent on carrying out his job.
~C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce, (1946)


On this day:

1953 The Silver Chair was published by Geoffrey Bles, London.

1 Comment(s):

At Wed Sep 07, 11:16:00 AM EST, Blogger Arevanye said...

So...who is the driver?


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