Dear Mr. Williams, I never know about writing to an author.

If you're older than I, I don't want to seem impertinent.

If you are younger, I don't want to seem patronizing.

But I feel I must risk it.

A book sometimes crosses one's path, which is so like the sound of one's native language

in a strange country, that it feels almost uncivil not to wave some kind of flag in answer.

I have just read your Place of the Lion, and it is to me one of the major literary events of my

life, comparable to my first discovery of George MacDonald, G.K. J. Kesterton, or William Morris.

Neville Koghul first put me onto the book. I have put on Tolkien and my brother.

So there are three Dons and one soldier all buzzing with excited admiration.

We have a sort of informal club called The Inklings.

Can you come down some day next term? Spend a night as my guest in college? We have a sort of informal club called The Inklings.

Can you come down some day next term, spend a night as my guest in college, eat with us

at a chop house, and talk with us till the small hours?

Meantime, a thousand thanks.

C.S. Lewis.

This is Pints With Jack, Season 9, Episode 23, The Third Inkling, After Hours with Greville Lindop.

Have you been looking, everywhere searching for a place where you belong?

Away from the masses, among clinking glasses where the hearth fire is on let the laughter welcome you in that eagle and child din there's room at this table to take a seat and tuck right in for pints with jack Pints with Jack

Welcome friends to Pints with Jack

When one calls to Mining Inklings, one thinks first and foremost of Lewis and Tolkien.

However, there were other members.

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