If I could meet anyone, I would wish to meet C.S. Lewis. Could you possibly imagine an old professor who had the imagination of a child but the wisdom of a man who had lived life, succeeding in combining both techniques which in result created novels such as Chronicles of Narnia. It sparks my interest and makes me wonder what a man, such as him, was like. Was he old with a curving spine so that when he walked through the university with his briefcase of books, would wabble from side to side, possibly using a cane to balance his used, withered body. Perhaps he gracefully hid his true age as students gathered in the courtyard of the university to see the famous professor challenge a confident student at a classic game of Orthello, only to find that time had not affected the student's opponent, as he would watch his professor celebrate with a dance that seemed to attempt at modern moves but yet hinted the real age of the professor, as glimpses of his youth flash through the dance. On the same point, what if C.S. Lewis was a crazed genius who walked the sidewalks talking to himself, while people passing by figured he was insane when in reality he was simply speaking aloud his ideas because his mind could not contain them. Maybe when most were crawling in bed to find the end of their day, C.S. Lewis would walk himself up the creeking steps, taking one at a time to insure safety, coninue down the hallway and tun right, into the office, where the walls became cases of books, and he would place himself at his gigantic mahogany desk and began typing of the unknown places of his mind.