His hands had been reddened, as all men's hands have been, in the slaying before the foundation of the world; now, if he chose, he would dip them again in the same blood. 'Mercy,' he groaned...
C. S. Lewis
Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus.
Now that I am a Christian I do have moods in which the whole thing looks very improbable: but when I was an atheist I had moods in which Christianity looked terribly probable.
At that moment he was unconscious of everything except his fear. He did not even know what he was afraid of: the fear itself possessed his whole mind, a formless, infinite misgiving.
And of course we have contrived that their very language should be all smudge and blur.