"Do you know C.S. Lewis? In case you don t, let me offer a brief character-sketch.

Envisage (if you can) a man who combines the face and figure of a hog-reeve or
earth-stopper with the mind and thought of a Desert Father of the fifth century,
preoccupied with meditations of inelegant theological obscenity; a powerful min
d warped by erudite philistinism, blackened by systematic bigotry, and directed
by a positive detestation of such profane frivolities as art, literature, and, o
f course, poetry; a purple-faced bachelor and misogynist, living alone in rooms
of inconceivable hideousness, secretly consuming vast quantities of his favorite
dish, beefsteak-and-kidney pudding; periodically trembling at the mere apprehen
sion of a feminine footfall; and all the while distilling his morbid and illiber
al thoughts into volumes of best-selling prurient religiosity and such reactiona
ry nihilism as is indicated by the gleeful title, The Abolition of Man."