So my husband is taking a shit, and he has one of those moments. When you roll a natural 20 on perception, but there’s nothing to perceive. So instead, god burdens you with some kind of awful, terrible observation.
He stumbles out into the living room, pulling his pants up, and blurts:
Regarding Narnia and the symbolism therein, what do you think the significance of "once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia" is? I've never been able to really puzzle that one out.
I think Clive Staples wrote that line and knew, down to the marrow of him, that never again would he ever be as cool as the five minutes and thirty-two seconds it took him to write it.