 And it's real. And somebody of the intellect of Lewis, I mean, you can't get a finer intellect than Clive Staple's Lewis had. It's clear when you read him, and you point this out in your book, it's clear that he had these mystical experiences. But he was diffident in that English way. He was so diffident about it. He kind of almost pretended like, no, not really. I don't want to embarrass myself. I'm not going to bring it up. I'll just put it in my fiction in such a way that if you're very careful, you'll pick it up.