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He prayed for a moment in the silent night, prayed for her wherever she might be; and for Lewis, too. In another year he would be sailing for England. That would be a coming home, also. England and Oxford. And he and Lewis would talk deeply and drink some beer and perhaps, as Lewis had written, get high.

- Sheldon Vanauken writing about reuniting with his dear friend, C.S. Lewis, A Severe Mercy.