kind of comic book. Tyndale takes issue with it as “poetry.” C. S. Lewis suggested that it is best received when it is taken exactly for what it is, “a holiday work, a spontaneous overflow of intellectual high spirits, a revel of debate, paradox, comedy and (above all) of invention, which starts many hares and kills none.”12 Later in life More himself thought “it fitter too be burned.” Of interest to us, prying into men’s heads as we might do, is that Utopia belonged to More in the first place—the