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Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis

 

The Fox taught Orual, from her childhood, about the gods, telling her, "It's all lies of poets " (Till We Have Faces, 8). She did not believe in them whole-heartedly and had hatred towards them, and this was the primary reason she could not understand what true love was. One can see the parallel that Lewis is presenting through this Greek myth in relation to The Four Loves. It is impossible to love purely and truly when one does not have or understand the meaning and feeling of divine love. This absence of divine love leads her on a quest to fill the void. She attempted to do so with Psyche. Orual shows signs of obsessive love for Psyche from the inception. In Saunders' article "Through the Lens of The Four Loves: The Idea of Love in Till We Have.
             Faces, " she states that when Psyche is born Orual becomes consumed with loving and caring for her (2-9). Orual described the birth of Psyche as "the beginning of all my joys " (Till We Have Faces 20). When one finds all his joy in single source, which is bound to falter, it then has the power to render him happiness or sorrow, jealousy or contentment. Moreover, that faltering source will never bring us lasting joy and peace.
             The extent of this sheer obsessive love perpetuates continuously and the demented nature becomes clearer. Orual later describes her desire to be everything to Psyche; she desires that she finds all the love she will ever need in her: "I wanted to be a wife so that I could have been her real mother. I wanted to be a boy so that she could be in love with me. I wanted her to be my full sister instead of my half sister. I wanted her to be a slave so that I could set her free and make her rich "(Till We Have Faces 23). When taking into consideration the significance of each of the relationships that Orual wants with her sister, one cannot help but find them a bit twisted and extremely obsessive. Orual wants to give Psyche more than just motherly love; she wants to love her in s seemingly erotic way as well.


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