When Clive Staples Lewis died of a heart attack a few days before his 65th birthday last week, the London obituaries generously summed up the impressive achievements of an impressive scholar. He had been a witty, well-attended lecturer at Oxford, a brilliant professor of medieval and Renaissance literature at Cambridge; his studies of Spenser and Milton were already critical classics. Oxbridge will remember him for that; to the rest of the Christian world, C. S. Lewis was one of the church's minor prophets, a defender of the faith who with fashionable urbanity...
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