“Aslan! Dear Aslan!” said Lucy, “What is wrong? Can’t you tell us!”

Whenever I visit Trafalgar Square and see the four huge lions that were made from recycled French canons, I always think of Lewis’ Aslan: “He’s wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.”

“Are you ill, dear Aslan?” asked Susan.

“No,” said Aslan, “I am sad and lonely. Lay your hands on my mane so that I can feel you are there and let us walk like that.” And so the girls did what they would never have dared to do without his permission, but what they had longed to do ever since they first saw him—buried their cold hands in the beautiful sea of fur and stroked it and so doing, walked with him.”

—From The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis.