All this, which seemed to me a major insight into the nature of bereavement, I put to Lewis, along with some ironic comments on the change in my once-famous ‘luck’. Long before, friends had thought me lucky: my First Honours in college (because I had been lucky enough to get the right questions), my happy marriage (because I had been lucky enough to find the right girl). But, since Christianity, several things had not been so fortunate, culminating in Davy’s death. I sent him a photograph of Davy, perhaps in hospital; and asked him about Cambridge.
