Precious daughter number 2 got me a copy of Lewis's The Screwtape Letters for Christmas. I don't know what gave her the idea, but it's been well over twenty years since I read it and I can't find my old copy. I never said anything about it, since I wasn't looking for it anyway, so score another one for a woman's intuition . Some weeks after Christmas, with President Obie's assaults on individual and religious liberties alike a constant irritant to my peace of mind, I picked up the book and started thumbing through it. There's a horned creature on the front, one of Satan's facsimiles, I suppose, of the sort you see preparing to leap from the walls of castles and gothic cathedrals...
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