Chapter Seven: Mirror or Moonshine?

[1] The moon will shine like the sun . . . when the Lord binds up the bruises of his people: Isaiah 30:26, NIV.

[2] behaving like a lunatic: C. S. Lewis, The Silver Chair, 242.

[3] After that, the Head’s friends . . . got her into Parliament where she lived happily ever after: Ibid., 242.

[4] Every night there comes an hour . . . in my proper shape and sound mind: Ibid., 156–157.

[5] Could Aslan have really meant them to unbind anyone—even a lunatic—who asked it in his name?: Ibid., 167.

[6] damp little path: Ibid., 4.

[7] grass [that] was soaking wet: Ibid., 5.

[8] dripped off the laurel leaves . . . drip off the leaves . . . drops of water on the grass: Ibid., 6, 8, 12.

[9] as you can in water (if you’ve learned to float really well) . . . wet fogginess . . . drenching her nearly to the waist . . . How wet I am!: Ibid., 28, 30, 31, 32.

[10] watery: Ibid., 34.

[11] muddy water . . . countless channels of water: Ibid., 69, 66.

[12] watery . . . wet blanket: Ibid., 234, 85, 105, 147.

[13] mist . . . damp bowstrings: Ibid., 70, 77.

[14] countless streams . . . never short of water . . . full of rapids and waterfalls . . . sick of wind and rain . . . nasty wet business . . . too wet by now to bother about being a bit wetter . . . like cold water down the back . . . water for washing: Ibid., 83, 84, 92, 96, 100, 154, 161.

[15] bright mornings . . . wet afternoons: Ibid., 243.

[16] Lady Luna, in light canoe: C. S. Lewis, “The Planets,” in Poems, 12.

[17] silver ear-trumpet . . . silver mail . . . a silver chain: Lewis, Chair, 41, 234, 43.

[18] Let me out, let me go back . . . very deep, the blue sky: Ibid., 163–164.

[19] silver laughs: Ibid., 178.

[20] What is this sun that you all speak of? Do you mean anything by the word? . . . You see that lamp . . . the whole Overworld and hangeth in the sky . . . Hangeth from what, my lord? . . . the sun is but a tale, a children’s story: Ibid., 178.

[21] is only sunlight at second hand: C. S. Lewis, “Christianity and Culture,” in Christian Reflections, 24.

[22] a stone that catches the sun’s beam: C. S. Lewis, “French Nocturne,” in The Collected Poems of C. S. Lewis, 168.

[23] green as poison: Lewis, Chair, 58.

[24] sick and green . . . the envious Moon: William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, II.ii.8, 4.

[25] dressed in black and altogether looked a little bit like Hamlet: Lewis, Chair, 151.

[26] with his mind on the frontier of two worlds . . . unable quite to reject or quite to admit the supernatural: C. S. Lewis, “Hamlet: The Prince or the Poem?” in Selected Literary Essays, 102.

[27] the freshness of the air . . . they must be on the top of a very high mountain . . . there was not a breath of wind: Lewis, Chair, 13, 15.

[28] Here on the mountain . . . when you meet them there: Ibid., 27.

[29] smothered . . . suffocating . . . sun and blue skies and wind and birds had not been only a dream . . . Many fall down, and few return to the sunlit lands: Ibid., 143, 148, 140.

[30] Remember, remember, remember the signs. . . . let nothing turn your mind from following the signs: Ibid., 27.

[31] fancies: Ibid., 175.

[32] You can put nothing . . . which is the only world: Ibid., 180.

[33] the bright skies of Overland . . . the great Lion . . . Aslan himself: Ibid., 166.

[34] the sky and the sun and the stars . . . never was such a world: Ibid., 174, 176.

[35] I’ve seen the sun coming up . . . couldn’t look at him for brightness: Ibid., 176–177.

[36] What is this sun that you all speak of? . . . There never was a sun . . . No. There never was a sun: Ibid., 178–179.

[37] false, mocking fancy: Lewis, “French Nocturne,” 168.

[38] He knew it would hurt him badly enough; and so it did . . . the pain itself made Puddleglum’s head . . . dissolving certain kinds of magic: Lewis, Chair, 181.

[39] a great brightness of mid-summer sunshine: Ibid., 237.

[40] blaze of sunshine . . . the light of a June day pours into a garage when you open the door: Ibid., 12.

[41] a mirror filled with light: C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, 149.

[42] a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun: C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, 156–157.