Nuremberg attempted to
nullify the glory of God;
nihilistic they were;
nixing the opinions of mankind, by
nine, had made war a sacrament, until there remained
no decency left in their
nefarious reign over Deutschland. In
nineteen forty, they moved against the world, with
noxious occupations in Austria, Czechoslav, Poland.
Nobody could reverse their ruthless belligerance. Everywhere the
National Socialists went,
no good thing was tolerated.
Never had the world seen such hateful conquest.
Next country over to the west on the
North Sea was the
Netherlands; when the
Nazis came, some good people there hid Jews so they would
not be found,
nor sent to death camps.
Near the upper regions of some refuge homes, probably
next to a wall, there might be found a wooden wardrobe, which is
not a collection of clothes, but a rather unusual piece of furniture.
Nailed or hinged to the back of it, there could be a false panel, very
narrow, on the other side of which secret accommodations might
neighbors or other persons who have fled the
Nazi police, which are the beastly
nemeses of Jews and other innocent
non-aryans. We could say that beyond such a hiding place
nestled behind a wardrobe was a
neverworld of fear and imminent danger that
never should have existed. But the world is a terrible place.
Once upon that same awful time, a professorial fellow–
name of Lewis,
native of some quaint and curious shire,
near an Oxford
nook of England– he reported the existence of a
neverland. It was, he imagined, a reichish otherworldly scene,
niftily cloaked clandestinely
near the rear of some such nonesuch transportive wardrobe;
now it took innocents away, into a
netherland of frigid fright and badness to a land badly ruled, in
necromancy, and oppressed by an evil queen, a
netherworld region beyond a 1940s’ wardrobe that Lewis
Now truly, there is
no such place as Narnia, but if ever there was, I would hope the
noxious fuehrer tyrant should be
nullified by children of the rightful King.
CR, with new novel, Smoke, in progress