“H. himself”

I have been studying Hamlet very intensively, and never enjoyed it more. I have been reading all the innumerable theories about him, and don’t despise that sort of thing in the least: but each time I turn back to the play itself I am more delighted than ever with the mere atmosphere of it—an atmosphere hard to describe and made up equally of the prevalent sense of death, solitude, & horror and of the extraordinary graciousness and lovableness of H. himself. Have you read it at all lately? If not, do: and just surrender yourself to the magic, regarding it as a poem or a romance. . . .

        –  Excerpt from letter to Arthur Greeves from C. S. “Jack” Lewis

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