Who shall care for these verses when a few men are dead,
In a month when the last word, whate’er it be, is said,
That lifts up amid living names my else-forgotten head?
CHARLES WILLIAMS was one of the finest—not to mention one of the most unusual—theologians of the twentieth century. His mysticism is palpable—the unseen world interpenetrates ours at every point, and spiritual exchange occurs all the time, unseen and largely unlooked for. His novels are legend, his poetry profound, and as a member of the Inklings, he contributed to the mythopoetic revival in contemporary culture.