He’s a hedonist at heart. All those fasts and vigils and stake and crosses are only a facade. Or only like foam on the sea shore. Out at sea, out in His sea, there is pleasure, and more pleasure. He makes no secret of it; at His right hand are “pleasures for evermore”. Ugh! I don’t think He has the least inkling of that high and austere mystery to which we rise in the Miserific Vision.

Toadpie

For his Abysmal Sublimity Under Secretary
Screwtape, T.E., B.S., etc.

• C. S. Lewis