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In reading this interesting (and, to me, eery and rather chilling) essay, I couldn’t help but think of C. S. Lewis’s brilliant novel That Hideous Strength:
I’m not sure that the religious impulse — which I regard as a natural and normal one, very likely divinely implanted or (perhaps better) a legacy of our premortal past — ever really goes away. Not, at least, with normal people. Repressed, it simply takes new forms. Some of which can be quite horrifying.
That Hideous Strength, by the way, is the prescient third volume of Lewis’s wonderful “Perelandra Trilogy.” It can be read on its own, independently, but should ideally be read after Out of the Silent Planet (1) and Perelandra (2).
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