{"id":67803,"date":"2018-05-06T07:00:52","date_gmt":"2018-05-06T14:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/?p=67803"},"modified":"2018-05-21T13:54:33","modified_gmt":"2018-05-21T20:54:33","slug":"the-great-divorce-c1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/2018\/05\/06\/the-great-divorce-c1\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Divorce: Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-67805\" src=\"http:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Bus.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"860\" height=\"484\" srcset=\"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Bus.jpg 860w, https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Bus-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Bus-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/Bus-600x338.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Summary<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We open with Lewis standing in a bus queue. He\u2019s been wandering in continual twilight through <\/span><b>The Grey Town<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> in the rain. Other than the bus queue, the town appears to be deserted. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As he joins the queue, a couple argue and they both leave. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><b>The Short Man<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> in front of him makes a disparaging comment about<\/span> <span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cthe sort of society\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> in the bus queue. After Lewis fails to respond to the slight, <\/span><b>The Big Man<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> \u00a0punches <\/span><b>The Short Man<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> who limps away. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Next, a young, seemingly androgynous, couple leave arm in arm,<\/span> <span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cit was clear that each for the moment preferred the other to the chance of a place in the bus\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A woman four places ahead complains <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cWe shall never all get in\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. A man offers to change places with her for five shillings, but he then double-crosses her. The rest of the group throw her out of the line.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We get the impression that events like this continue to happen for some time until <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cthe queue had reduced itself to manageable proportions long before the bus appeared\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. The bus is a stunning vehicle, driven by a driver who is <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cfull of light\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. To our protagonist\u2019s puzzlement, the driver\u2019s appearance raises the ire of those in the queue. They all push and shove to get into the bus but, in the end, there is plenty of room for all. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our man sits at the back of the bus, a good distance away from the others, but is immediately joined by <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201ca <\/span><b>tousle-headed youth<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201d<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> who sees in our protagonist a kindred spirit. He comments on his bewilderment at the other passengers, saying they <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cwon\u2019t like it at all when we get there, and they\u2019d really be much more comfortable at home\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> where <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cthey\u2019ve got cinemas and fish and chip shops and advertisements and all the sorts of things they want\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. He says he ought to have taken the bus as soon as he arrived, but he\u2019d <\/span><span style=\"color: #000080\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cfooled about trying to wake people up\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. It becomes clear that this man is a poet and, to our protagonist\u2019s horror, he is about to show him some of his poetry\u2026 It is at this point Lewis realizes that the bus is now airborne and he looks out of the window to see the Grey Town disappearing below into the rain and the mist.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Questions<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>Q1. What words would you use to describe The Grey Town?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q2. What do you make of the different members of the queue? The arguing couple, The Short Man, The Big Man, The Androgynous Couple, The woman who pays to change places with the man who cheats her&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q3. In what way do the characters in the line each display one of the Seven Deadly Sins? Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth, Wrath<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q4. In what ways are the members of the bus stop similar? In what ways are they different from each other?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q5. Why do you think the line for the bus is so short? Why do people so easily leave the line?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q6. Why do you think the members of the queue react so badly to the driver?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q7. Do you think the tousle-headed youth represents anyone in particular?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q8. Why does the tousle-headed youth think that the others would be happier staying in the town?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Q9. Who do you think Cyril Blellow was?<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/2018\/05\/05\/the-great-divorce-preface\/\">Previous Chapter<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/2018\/05\/09\/the-great-divorce-notes\/\">Index<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/2018\/05\/10\/the-great-divorce-c2\/\">Next Chapter<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summary We open with Lewis standing in a bus queue. He\u2019s been wandering in continual twilight through The Grey Town in the rain. Other than the bus queue, the town appears to be deserted. As he joins the queue, a couple argue and they both leave. \u00a0 The Short Man in front of him makes a disparaging comment about \u201cthe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":67830,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[1914,4502,2969,4849,4848,4852,4850],"class_list":["post-67803","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-apologetics","tag-c-s-lewis","tag-chapter-1","tag-featured","tag-the-bus","tag-the-great-divorce","tag-the-great-divorce-series","tag-the-grey-town"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/FeaturedQueue.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67803","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67803"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67803\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":68064,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67803\/revisions\/68064"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/67830"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67803"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67803"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/restlesspilgrim.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}