Cambridge for nothing, after all. "Tell me, please. Some animals of your world … of the Real World, real animals you know."
"Real animals!" said the Angel smiling. "Why—there's Griffins and Dragons—and Jabberwocks and Cherubim—and Sphinxes-and the Hippogriff—and Mermaids—and Satyrs—and …"
"Thank you," said the Vicar as the Angel appeared to be warming to his work; "thank you. That is quite enough. I begin to understand."
He paused for a moment, his face pursed up. "Yes … I begin to see it."
"See what?" asked the Angel.
"The Griffins and Satyrs and so forth. It's as clear …"
"I don't see them," said the Angel.
"No, the whole point is they are not to be seen in this world. But our men with imaginations have told us all about them, you know. And even I at times … there are places in this village where you must simply take what they set before you, or give offence—I, I say, have seen in my dreams Jabberwocks, Bogle brutes, Mandrakes … From our point
