In 1978 while in a bookstore looking through a table of books on sale for 99 cents each, I saw R.J. Reilly’s Romantic Religion. Being a 19 year old and madly in love, how could I not pick it up and take a look? I noticed that the book was about C.S. Lewis, Charles Williams, J.R.R. Tolkien—all of whom I had heard of—and a writer unknown to me named Owen Barfield. My friend David Werther, an admirer of and writer about C.S.