"They were looking up into the Lion's face as he spoke these words. & all at once the face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating, & such a sweetness & power rolled about them & over them & entered them, that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even awake & alive, before. & the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, & the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just around some corner or just behind some door, would come back & make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well."
-C.S. Lewis (the magician's nephew)
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