Thoughts at 113 Degrees

As I drove toward downtown Fort Worth, with the thermometer on the dashboard reaching 113 degrees Fahrenheit, I was reminded of a passage from C.S. Lewis' book Out of the Silent Planet, when an Earth-bound ship passes almost too close to the Sun:

"And still the thermometer rose.  The walls of the ship were too hot to touch.  It was obvious that a crisis was approaching.  In the next few hours it must kill them or get less.

"It got less...."

It will, in December.