Oh, wonderful! I really feel for Digory, wanting to escape his world because it's gone mad and taken him with it, and he wants to be back in a good world, a world where things made sense. I suspect that even without the war and the trauma, he'd be the one more tempted than Polly -- he has a history of rash impulses, after all, whereas she is grounded enough to know that sometimes getting your heart's desire is not actually good for you.

I was confused about the fairies being real, but the twist at the end -- they thought it would be obvious the photographs were fakes and the thing would blow over in no time (oh dear...) -- was brilliant. I also really liked that Digory's references for magic were so specifically things that he and Polly shared: the sun in Charn, riding Fledge, that golden moment you quoted at the beginning of the story, etc. I love that he and Polly have lives, and that hers is full of purpose and adventure -- that they are doing their best to live right and live fully in whatever world they find themselves in.