She was still in her innocence. No evil intention had been formed in her mind. But if her will was uncorrupted, half her imagination was already filled with bright, poisonous shapes.
C.S. Lewis, Perelandra, Chapter 10.
In any sustained battle between the imagination and the will, the imagination eventually wins.
That, too, in almost a direct quote, is Lewis (retrieved from my memory).
Weston’s (actually, the UnMan’s) grinding away at The Lady, which I remembered as tedious from my long-ago reading, brilliantly illustrates both the power of “narrative” and the ingenuity with which the evil one seduces us. Sophistry having failed, the UnMan turned to stories of heroic feminine boldness – dozens, hundreds, thousands of stories.
Ransom saw that they were having their effect, and acted accordingly.
We must, must, must guard our imaginations!
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I’d prefer no orchestration, but the striking Georgian harmony comes through (and I’m pretty sure the Church exterior is Samtavra, not the Tblisi Cathedral).