The following involves theft of a passage from C.S. Lewis’ Surprised by Joy:
I’m distrustful of my imagination, its shape, flora, and fauna, because it’s been gardened by mass culture. My first intense aesthetic experiences focused strongly on movies, and I’ll now try to record them. The thing has been much better done by Traherne and Wordsworth and Lewis, but every man must tell his own tale.
The first is the memory of a movie. As I stood beside a flowering currant bush on a summer day there arose in me without warning, as if from a depth not of years but of centuries, the thought that I would never meet the boy who played Nick Szalinski in Disney’s Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Or if I did meet him, if I somehow made it to LA much later in life and our paths crossed, he would have advanced much past his prime. I realized that a bid at friendship with this boy was unrealizable.
The thought that I had a want that could not be gratified, energized that simple feeling beyond what it could bear. It was like hooking up an RC car to a Die-Hard battery.
A Fruit Salad of Harm 