Saturday, November 29, 2025

A life forever diminished: C.S. Lewis on the ‘new normal’ in the aftermath of grief

A softly lit oil portrait of a woman seated upright against a pale background, her composure poised between resignation and endurance. Her hair, silver and fine, frames a face of quiet intelligence, rendered with exquisite naturalism. She wears a faded blue blouse, the fabric loosely draped and suggestive of long wear, and a cream blanket is drawn about her lower body. Her right leg terminates in a polished wooden prosthesis, its smooth amber tone contrasting the muted palette of her surroundings. The painter’s restrained brushwork evokes the moral seriousness of post-war realism, merging tenderness with stoic clarity. The composition’s stillness, its nearly monochrome harmony of ochres and blues, summons associations of solitude, recovery, and the muted dignity of survival.
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“Getting over it so soon? But the words are ambiguous. To say the patient is getting over it after an operation for appendicitis is one thing; after he’s had his leg off is quite another. After that operation either the wounded stump heals or the man dies. If it heals, the fierce, continuous pain will stop. Presently he’ll get back his strength and be able to stump about on his wooden leg. He has ‘got over it.’ But he will probably have recurrent pains in the stump all his life, and perhaps pretty bad ones; and he will always be a one-legged man. There will be hardly any moment when he forgets it. Bathing, dressing, sitting down and getting up again, even lying in bed, will all be different. His whole way of life will be changed. All sorts of pleasures and activities that he once took for granted will have to be simply written off. Duties too. At present I am learning to get about on crutches. Perhaps I shall presently be given a wooden leg. But I shall never be a biped again.”

C.S. Lewis, born 29 November 1898 in Belfast. Passage from A Grief Observed.

Copyright 2025, Arthur Newhook.

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