C.S. Lewis

But why, (some ask), why, if you have a serious comment to make on the real life of men, must you do it by talking about a phantasmagoric never-never land of your own? Because, I take it, one of the main things the author wants to say is that the real life of men is of that mythical and heroic quality. The value of the myth is that it takes all the things we know and restore to them the rich significance which has been hidden by "the veil of familiarity". The child enjoys his cold meat (otherwise dull to him) by pretending it is buffalo, just killed with his own bow and arrow. And the child is wise. The real meat come back to him more savoury for having been dipped in a story.