The real test of being in the presence of God is, that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object. - C. S. Lewis

It was too perfect to last,' so I am tempted to say of our marriage. But it can be meant in two ways. It may be grimly pessimistic - as if God no sooner saw two of His creatures happy than He stopped it ('None of that here!'). As if He were like the Hostess at the sherry-party who separates two guests the moment they show signs of having got into a real conversation. But it could also mean 'This had reached its proper perfection. This had become what it had in it to be. Therefore of course it would not be prolonged.' As if God said, 'Good; you have mastered that exercise. I am very pleased with it. And now you are ready to go on to the next.

But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.