“We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep”Shakespeare’s Prospero declares that in The Tempest. Figuring out exactly what it means is the task of a lifetime. So, we won’t do that, today.But, what are dreams? G.K. Chesterton’s The Coloured Lands is a collection of some of his early work. Stories, poems, musings, and doodles, all with that Chestertonian air of paradox embedded within. The book defies summary. Think of it as the flotsam and jetsam of a … [Read more...] about Dreams: Chesterton, Gaiman, and Lewis
Neil Gaiman
Fortunately, the Milk
There are these days, and to be honest it has always been thus, people who are firmly convinced that the world is becoming a worse place. There are people who believe that the children born in the years to come are being born into an impoverished world, that it would have been better to have been born in the past. Those people have not read Fortunately, the Milk by Neil Gaiman. The book, published in 2013, came into this world long past the date at which I could have read it to my children. … [Read more...] about Fortunately, the Milk