We are half hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.
We are far too easily pleased.
from The Weight of Glory, C.S. Lewis
Are you still in Chicago? I’m going to be there for a few days during Thanksgiving. . .
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