Letters of Life

Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Something to look forward to at the year’s end.

Voyage has always been one of my favourite Narnia chronicles, with The Silver Chair and The Horse and His Boy coming after. It was all green and pearly, full of sunlight most parts. Very much like a dream you once dreamed and thought you had forgotten. And then to read a book like Voyage when one is quite young, it almost makes you want to believe in fairies.

First lines and other quotable quotes:

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”

The very first tear he [the lion] did was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.

“In our world,” said Eustace, “a star is a huge ball of flaming gas.”
“Even in your world, my son,” [said Ramandu,] “that is not what a star is but only what it is made of.”

And just as the [Sea] girl, and Lucy, came opposite to one another, the girl looked up and stared straight into Lucy’s face. Neither could speak to the other and in a moment the Sea Girl dropped astern. But Lucy will never forget her face. Lucy had liked that girl and she felt certain the girl had liked her. In that one moment they had somehow become friends. There does not seem to be much chance of their meeting again in that world or any other. But if ever they do they will rush together with their hands held out.

Lady, said Caspian, I hope to speak with you again when I have broken the enchantments.

2 Responses »

  1. This was my favourite too. The Silver Chair literally gave me a nosebleed — the stains are still on my ancient copy. I was delighted to find, decades later, a piece in Neil Gaiman’s Endless Nights which contained personified stars, The Heart of a Star. It reminded me of the Dawn Treader’s voyage.

    • yeah, the Silver Chair rocks! I hope they’re workin on that one….it’s great movie material. Fab. Will look up Endless Nights. Am ploughing through Capote’s short stories, Music for Chameleons.

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