My blog has been the victim of "the perfect is the enemy of the good" and having seen what that kind of purism does over the last three months, I've decided I really must get beyond that.

My balm for despair is and has always been, since I was a bullied pubescent, to "Live Like a Narnian".   To acknowledge, like Puddleglum



Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all of those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is t...