See also #CSLewis again, who has fauns and ægipans and Maenads dancing through #Narnia along with Dionysos. The fearful Lord Dionysos is also terrifying, a god of primordial transformation who laughs at such things as clear distinctions between the "biological sexes", and anyone who's read Euripides's The Bacchae knows just how scary Dionysos really is—so what the heck is he doing prancing through Narnia like he was doing a guest-appearance in a Hallmark Christmas movie?

I don't want to get into Jack Lewis right now but I want to close with this: I think he trifled with forces that were beyond him, thinking that all that stuff was safe and dead and thus could be used to decorate a lightweight children's fantasy. And that causes me to wonder just what Lewis's private life was like, in all the squalid details. I don't want to be prurient but there's already so many signs of trouble, like the Mrs. Moore business which all the modern-day Lewisites (see what I did there?) just sorta kinda sweep under the rug along with other issues such as Tolkien's poor opinion of Lewis's work.

~Chara of Pnictogen

And I haven't even mentioned #Narnia yet, and its apocalyptic ending.

Clive Staples Lewis, I ask you. Your shade, wherever it is: I address it. What is to be done with you, and how shall your errors be healed? Is it at all possible that you might have given these matters some thought?

~Chara of Pnictogen