Upon my word, a statue of Reepicheep. He stares at me from my mantelpiece with just the right mixture of courtesy and readiness to fight. Thank you very much. It is very cold here now—not so cold as in N.Y. I expect, but then we have no central heating in College, so my fingers are hardly able to write. I am so glad you liked the [Silver] Chair. With all good wishes.
A Lewis Letter to a Friend