I swear to you...That Hideous Strength is sixty squillion pages long. I've been reading it forever. And ever. I have no idea why theological writers feel compelled to use works of fiction to convey their ideas, because the books usually come out terrible. M Scott Peck is another case in point. The Road Less Travelled: good. A Bed By The Window, not so much. Not only does That Hideous Strength express its ideas badly, it takes ten times as long to do that as is really necessary. Plus: Merlin?? WTF? Come on C.S. Lewis, get it together.

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