In a perfect Friendship this Appreciative love is, I think, often so great and so firmly based that each member of the circle feels, in his secret heart, humbled before the rest. Sometimes he wonders what he is doing there among his betters. He is lucky beyond desert to be in such company. Especially when the whole group is together. each bringing out all that is best, wisest, or funniest in all the others. Those are the golden sessions. when four or five of us after a hard day's walk have come to our inn. when our slippers are on, our feet spread out toward the blaze and our drinks are at our elbows. when the whole world, and something beyond the world, opens itself to our minds as we talk. and no one has any claim on or any responsibility for another, but all are freemen and equals as if we had first met an hour ago, while at the same time an Affection mellowed by the years enfolds us. Life — natural life — has no better gift to give. Who could have deserved it?
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Author: C.S. Lewis