Not a direct connection, other than Tolkien was a massive fan of his, so just similar period and themes, but of all of that group of writers around that time, he just seems the most unruffleable and difficult to impress. He'd harumph and blame it all on atheists for believing in things.
He's the sort that if you shoved him in a time machine to witness the wonders of the future, he'd step out, sniff, sigh a little and say, 'Ahh yes, I was worried something like this might happen.' Then go looking for the nearest pub.
"Look, Mr. President, I know it sounds weird, but that's why you have to have this particular 7-year-old arrested immediately...no he's not *currently* called Big Balls, but... [Secret Service pounces and jabs you with a haldol syringe]"
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