In his memoirs, C. S. Lewis describes his happy place: “On a Saturday afternoon in winter, when nose and fingers might be pinched enough to give an added relish to the anticipation of tea and fireside, and the whole week-end’s reading lay ahead,” he says, “I suppose I reached as much happiness as is ever to be reached on earth.” Elsewhere the great Christian apologist writes, “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
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