Joy is lovers wending their way through campus on the foggiest night of the year. Laughing for pure joy just at a look between the two of us… it’s like the joy that Lewis describes so often in Narnia. Like the joy of Van and Davy. (You don’t have to be at Oxford, but I’m sure it helps. Enough fog can turn this concrete wasteland into the castles and heritage of Britain in the mind of tired students.)