Let's get all of the links out of the way first Volumes I & II Volume III Volume IV Without comments (not yet fully updated) Laconic chronology ("Date: Stuff Happens") version And now... Look to the West A Timeline by Dr Thomas W. Anderson MSci MA (Cantab) AMRSC VOLUME FIVE: TO DREAM AGAIN . . “Be not afeard! The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak’d, I cried to dream again! – CALIBAN, The Tempest Act III Scene II, William Shakespeare (ca. 1610-11) . . “No man, no madness Though their sad power may prevail Can possess, conquer, my country’s heart They rise to fail. She is eternal Long before nations’ lines were drawn When no flags flew, when no armies stood My land was born. And you ask me why I love her Through wars, death and despair She is the constant, we who don’t care And you wonder will I leave her – but how? I cross over borders but I’m still there now. How can I leave her? Where would I start? Let man’s petty nations tear themselves apart My land’s only borders lie around my heart!” – ANATOLY SERGIEVSKY, Chess Act I, lyrics by Tim Rice (1984) . . “Nevertheless you will fly from here [the stranger] gasped. “This is the Island where Dreams come true.” “That’s the island I’ve been looking for this long time,” said one of the sailors. “I reckoned I’d find I was married to Nancy if we landed here.” “And I’d find Tom alive again,” said another.” “Fools!” said the man, stamping his foot with rage. “This is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I’d better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams—dreams, do you understand—come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.” There was about half a minute’s silence and then, with a great clatter of armour, the whole crew were tumbling down the main hatch as quick as they could and flinging themselves on the oars to row as they had never rowed before; and Drinian was swinging round the tiller, and the boatswain was giving our the quickest stroke that had ever been heard at sea. For it had taken everyone just that half-minute to remember certain dreams they had had—dreams that make you afraid of going to sleep again—and to realise what it would mean to land on a country where dreams come true...” – The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, C.S. Lewis (1952) . . “They say Señor Sanchez had a dream, a mad dream, a fever dream, they scoff. I say, you are the ones who are still dreaming. As for Señor Sanchez? He woke up. Then he awakened me from my slumber as well. I was not the first. I will not be the last...” – Raúl Caraíbas, 1870 .