His Infernal Sublimity, Undersecretary Screwtape, gives you fond Christian greetings.
Yes, it's Max McLean again, and various Toadpipes (he wears many a Toadpipe out, you see) and The Fellowship of the Performing Arts, taking his 2-person show on the road again. If you haven't read the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis lately, give it another go, then see the show. One can also prepare by hearing the John Cleese reading of the entire work, another high praise recommendation.
I think of the Oboe Jones/Cornerstone 3-panel cartoon in which son Eugene is listening to a generic shock rocker from one of those Metallica style groups singing, "I'M GOING TO HELL...."
"Eugene! Can't you play some Christian rock?"
ok "YOU'RE GOING TO HELL..." "Something about free will, I think..."
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There seems to be some agreement here.
Based on the fact that the "slow gradual road is the best" way to hell--"no signposts, doctors who lie, nurses who lie,"; the pleasures all but dead and the patient "anesthetized upon a table" like a Grey Town London End.
That's the trick, dear Wormwood! Humans have a useful way of thinking about us as "men in tights" "who are always putting things IN their heads--when what WE want is to keep things OUT!"
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