The Stone Table

What they said.

Stone of Destiny

As soon as the wood was silent again, Susan and Lucy crept out onto the open hilltop.  The moon was getting low and thin clouds were passing across her, but still they could see the shape of the Lion lying dead in his bonds.

—C.S. Lewis, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe

I decided early on that I was not going to write a piece about Cecil the Lion.  I’d never heard of the poor animal, prior to his death, and I don’t know what more I could say, regarding this desecrated creature and the coward who murdered him, that has not already been said elsewhere.

However, as the days have passed and the outpouring of anger and sorrow has continued to flow, I have noticed something happening that I do want to talk about.  And that is the casual ease with which certain segments of society seem to…

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