The Company of the Creative: A Christian Reader's Guide to Great Literature and Its Themes

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Great works and authors of the world are introduced and reviewed artistically, intellectually, and theologically. Persons discussed include Plato, Milton, Dickens, Shakespeare, Charlotte Bronte, Mark Twain, and C. S. Lewis.

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Preface
9
Mining the Ore of the Classical World
19
Identifying Our Assets from the Middle Ages
57
Tapping the Vitality of the Renaissance
77
Revisiting Crucial Ideas from
103
Weighing the Christian Heritage
145
Appreciating the Treasures of British Poetry
179
Inquiring into the Values of American Poetry
261
Examining the Startling Surges
375
Broadening the Search into World Literature
425
Exploring the Literature of and About
490
Assessing the Literature of Drama and
512
Searching Through the Vast World of
532
Selecting the Best in the Daunting Array
558
Reading and Its Future
582
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Sifting the Amazing Trove of British Fiction
306

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