restless reformer

…Susan and Lucy crept out onto the open hilltop.  The moon was getting low and thin clouds were passing across her, but still they could see the shape of the Lion lying dead in his bonds.  And down they both knelt in the wet grassed and kissed his cold face and stroked his beautiful fur - what was left of it - and cried until they could cry no more.  And then they looked at each other and held each other’s hands for mere loneliness and cried again; and then again they were silent….

I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness.  You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.

~ C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, “Deeper Magic from Before the Dawn of Time”