Breathing Narnian air has strengthened me in the pit, kept me believing when my faith went wobbly. The stories have delivered me from the Dwarfish cynicism that is worse than death, the enslaving inability to believe the obvious because, being so afraid of being taken in, I refuse to be taken out. They have given me courage in the blackest night because I have known in my bones that I am now, as always, between the paws of the true Aslan.
