Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
C. S. LewisIt now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes, but now I was awake.
C. S. Lewis