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It was inspired by Peregrine by Troyswann as earlier and this exchange in particular:
"God is tout autre, something entirely other. Ultimately, we're finite, and a finite language can't describe the infinite, so the only true way to address God--"
"--is by not saying anything at all. Ah." Lewis lays out the washed dishes on the roof of the cabin. Each wet bowl gathers a half-circle of sunset on its rim. "Then why do you move your lips when you pray?" As soon as he's said it, he winces, someone caught peeping through a window.
James offers him a tiny quirk of the corner of his mouth. "Because negative theology is easier said than done." To Lewis's blank expression he adds, "That joke slays them at high table."
"I can see why they threw you out."
"In my defense, the joke is older than Citadel."
Lewis shakes his head. "Not for that. For the maddening reason that you tell jokes in the exact same voice you use to talk about God."