Thursday, May 16, 2013
I salute him with my shot glass. Soon I’m in a disgraceful state, seeing double, barely able to get the glass to my lips. As my face slowly descends toward the table, I see Reepicheep reflected in a pool of brandy – a touch glassy-eyed but upright, small and triumphant. [No Reservations: Narnia]
C.S. Lewis the way I'd like him: no Jesus-Lions, more pavenders and eel pie.
// posted by Bill @ 8:01 AM 
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