ÒSuppose we have only
dreamed, or made up, all these things – trees and grass and sun
and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we
have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones.
Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world.
Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And
thatÕs a funny thing, when you come to think of it. WeÕre just babies making up a
game, if youÕre
right. But four babies playing a
game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow.Ó