Probably the best pure allegorical tale I've ever read. Lindsay has an abundance of imagination. Almost too much, in the sense that he fills the story so much to the brim with wonders, it begins to feel chaotic. But perhaps that's the point? As Maskull moves through the various landscapes (read: philosophies) of thought, ideas get muddled, dispersed, and some die away altogether out of nowhere. Reminds me of real-life philosophical discourse in that way.

But while this, like most allegory I've come across, often kills story in preference to idea, Lindsay places himself above both John Bunyan and C.S. Lewis (who was highly influenced by Lindsay) in pure invention of wonders.