Sometimes, though not often [in meetings of the Inklings], it would happen that no one had anything to read to us. On these occasions the fun would be riotous, with Jack at the top of his form and enjoying every minute - 'no sound delights me more', he once said, 'than male laughter'. At the Inklings his talk was an outpouring of wit, nonsense, whimsy, dialectical swordplay, and pungent judgement such as I have rarely heard equalled - no mere show put on for the occasion, either, since it was often quite as brilliant when he and I were alone together. . . . In his Preface to Essays Presented to Charles Williams, Jack gave a lively and moving account of what this circle meant to him.
Source: Letters of C.S. Lewis, ed. with a memoir by W. H. Lewis, NY/London, HarcourtBraceJovanovich,1966
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