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  • All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?

    C. S. Lewis (2002). “Poems”, p.44, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt