Pure Northernness engulfed me.
There arose at once, almost like heartbreak, the memory of Joy itself. The distance of the Twilight of the Gods and the distance of my own past Joy, both unattainable, flowed together into a single, unendurable sense of desire and loss.
And at once I knew that to "have it again" was the supreme and only important object of desire.
C.S. Lewis, Surprise By Joy