I clasp thy feet, O father of the living!

Thou wilt not let my fluttering hopes be more, Or lovelier, or greater, than thy giving! Surely thy ships will bring to my poor shore, Of gold and peacocks such a shining store As will laugh all the dreams to holy scorn, Of love and sorrow that were ever born. GM

Screwtape explains the law of undulation:

My dear Wormwood, So you ‘have great hopes that the patient’s religious phase is dying away’, have you? I always thought the Training College had gone to pieces since they put old Subgob at the head of it, and now I am sure. Has no one every told you about the law of Undulation? Humans

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In everything on this earth that is worth doing, there is a stage when no one would do it,

except for necessity or honor. It is then that the Institution upholds a man and helps him on to the firmer ground ahead. Whether this solid fact of human nature is sufficient to justify the sublime dedication of Christian marriage is quite an other matter, it is amply sufficient to justify the general human feeling

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Father of me, thou art my bliss secure.

Make of me, maker, whatsoe’er thou wilt. Let fancy’s wings hang moulting, hope grow poor, And doubt steam up from where a joy was spilt– I lose no time to reason it plain and clear, But fly to thee, my life’s perfection dear:– Not what I think, but what thou art, makes sure. GM

Man’s highest action is to reach up higher,

Stir up himself to take hold of his sire. Then best I love you, dearest, when I go And cry to love’s life I may love you so As to content the yearning, making love, That perfects strength divine in weakness’ fire, And from the broken pots calls out the silver dove. GM